A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

She chuckled softly. “If she decides to be mean again, I’11 handle her, don’t you worry.”

The two friends shared a few more lighthearted moments before Vera turned her attention elsewhere, wondering about Joseph’s whereabouts.

Rena, a mix of annoyance and amusement, teased, “Focus on your own life, Vera. Don’t just keep an eye on me. I promise, I’m perfectly fine.”

Rena carried on with her routine, studying and Living as she always had.

She held onto a dream of pursuing further education in Braseovell, where the renowned pianist Lyndon Coleman resided.

The mere thought of the pianist brought to mind the captivating melody of the piano once played by Louis XII. Rena couldn’t help but wonder if that very piano was housed within Waylen’s domain. Would he actually allow her to play it?

Meanwhile, Waylen’s journey took him to Ypsila.

His purpose was clear. It was to acquire the Morning Dew piano.

Though the price was steep, Waylen knew Rena’s heart’s desire, and that was worth any cost.

Friday marked Waylen’s return.

As he reentered the law office, Jazlyn promptly approached him, relaying. “Mr. Fowler, Mr. Moore wishes to see you.”

Mr. Moore?

Harold Moore, perhaps?

Waylen took a moment to refresh himself with a glass of water. Sipping thoughtfully, he said, “Send him in.”

He added, “And contact Miss Gordon. Let her know I’ve invited her to see the piano. Find out if she’s interested.”

Jazlyn, always perceptive, recognized the significance of Waylen’s actions and offered a knowing smile.

Soon after, Harold entered the office.

While Harold was well-bred and striking in appearance, he paled in comparison to the presence exuded by Waylen.

As Harold stepped in, Waylen remained near the window, his gaze fixed on the outside world.

Harold, who was 22 years old, was not as mature as Waylen. He said in a hoarse voice, “I haven’t signed the investment document of one billion dollars yet.”

Waylen still didn’t turn around.

Unhurriedly, he inquired. “Harold, do you have genuine feelings for Rena?”

Harold hesitated, his internal struggle apparent.

The silence stretched between them until Waylen finally turned to face him.

Waylen’s voice remained measured as he continued, “You can’t even admit your own feelings. How then can you discuss this with me? If we’re both vying for Rena’s affections, then at least we’re on an equal playing tield. We both desire her.”

Harold was moved, realizing that Waylen‘s concern for Rena ran deeper than he had assumed.

Waylen had a genuine affection for her

Waylen, perceptive as ever, recognized Harold’s emotions

He smiled ruefully, grateful for Harold’s unspoken contributions. Before Harold passed away, he entrusted Harrison with Rena’s protection. In this dream, Waylen bore no resentment towards Harold. Taking a seat, Waylen motioned for Harold to do the same.

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting a gentle glow on Waylen’s profile.

After a contemplative pause, Waylen began speaking, his voice steady.

“Harold, wouldn’t it be wiser to let go of Rena after signing the billion-dollar contract? It would secure the Moore Group’s future, sparing you from disappointing a woman who genuinely loves you. Your relationship with Darren would remain intact.”

Harold’s complexion paled. Never had he imagined that his carefully laid plan would be unraveled by the man before him.

For the first time, Harold found himself unnerved. “What are you implying, Mr. Fowler?”

Waylen calmly retrieved a cigarette, igniting it with practiced ease. After a deliberate inhale, he exhaled a plume of smoke, his smile enigmatic. “You understand me well enough, Harold. Don’t ask how I’ve come to know. I bear no ill wilt.”

In essence, they were romantic rivals.

Waylen’s contemplations led him to believe that 22-year-old Harold would prioritize power over a romantic relationship with Rena.

Would you spare me a cigarette?” Harold’s request broke the silence. “Of course,” Waylen responded, extending the gesture with graceful ease.

Harold accepted the offered cigarette, ignited it, and took a deep drag. Waylen’s words held undeniable truth. Men should know what path to choose. It was clear that beyond securing the billion-dollar investment, Harold could forge connections with the influential Fowler family, achieving multiple goals in one stroke.

Harold smoked in contemplative silence, acknowledging the wisdom in Waylen’s assessment.

Standing up, he said calmly, “Thank you, Mr. Fowler. Here’s to a fruitful collaboration.”

Waylen remained seated, his gaze fixed on Harold.

Despite being the same age as the man in front of him, Waylen harbored a somber understanding that, in reality, Harold had passed away.

Harold assumed Waylen was putting on airs, yet Waylen rose and extended his hand, a gesture of respect that puzzled Harold. Waylen’s voice, laden with a quiet sincerity, reached Harold. “Harold, thank you.” Harold’s confusion deepened.

He didn’t understand what Waylen meant.

Waylen’s smile held an affectionate warmth as he said, “You have a nephew named Harrison, right? He is really a lovable boy.”

Harrison…

Harold found himself further perplexed.

Waylen’s smile remained genuine as he shared. “Harrison is merely thirteen years old. When Rena and I marry, I intend to take him as my godson.”

Harold couldn’t figure out what Waylen meant.

Mumbling his gratitude, Harold made his exit.

As the door swung open, a strikingly beautiful girl entered the room. Harold recognized her immediately.

It was Cecilia Fowler, the daughter of the Fowler family.

Cecilia’s gaze lingered on Harold for a moment before she nodded at him and then turned her attention to Waylen.

“Waylen, who was that?”

With a sisterly gesture, Cecilia embraced Waylen, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness.

Waylen turned to look at her, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Caught your interest, did he? Do you find him appealing?”

Cecilia’s cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink.

the right fit for you, Cecilia. If you dare to pursue him privately, be prepared for the

flared, evident

her brother had been involved with a girl recently, she

gesture. His eyes shifted to the computer, where he pulled up a news article from Czanch, The subject of the article was none other

been quite young, his elegance and charm captivating

pointed to the screen, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

news footage of Mark, a mix of fascination and skepticism in her gaze. “Waylen, this is Mr. Evans from Czanch.

playful demeanor, Waylen’s

his voice soft and reassuring. “Cecilia, in my eyes, you’re incomparable. No one can hold a candle to

a bashful smile, a mixture of

“Am I better than Rena?” Waylen’s response was measured, his tone tender as he replied, “Such a comparison isn’t fair. One is my future

swelled with affection for her

out in an unspoken plea for reassurance. Her voice carried a soft plea. “Waylen, as

affectionately tousled Cecilia’s hair. Their Lighthearted moment was interrupted as Jazlyn entered the room, her lips curving into a gentle

She declined the invitation to

calm demeanor remained unshaken. He understood Rena’s character better than anyone. Turning to his sister, he handed her his phone, a request embedded within his action. “Cecilia,

Cecilia countered with a challenge, her tone defiant as she asked, “Alright,

yet playful as he patted Cecilia’s

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Cecilia could potentially court Rena’s uncle, get

let out a soft, skeptical snort, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Waylen, don’t think you can outsmart me. I know exactly what you’re scheming. You plan to

Right.

his demeanor composed. Adjusting his tie with a

number, muttering to herself, “It seems

whispers of her brother’s

gifted student at the conservatory, Rena’s piano skills

concluded that Rena’s beauty fell in

declined the invitation. “Mr.

brother, Waylen, who offered

enticing as she said, “Hello, this is Cecilia Fowler… Yes, Waylen’s sister. You can just call me Cecilia. Actually, I’m the one who extended the invitation. I share your passion for playing the piano.

other end of the Line, Rena was taken

Cecilia had a knack for swiftly

sweet

Cecilia discovered Rena’s class

up the phone, Cecilia playfully inquired. “Waylen, what’s my

quickly jotting down a sum. Ten million. He tore the check and handed it to Cecilia, then got a photo printed out and

true desire. “I want to meet

along, Waylen reconsidered

interaction style resonated with Rena, making her

the end of Rena’s classes. Clutching her books, she contemplated heading

GT pulled up at the

it, intending to cross the street. However, the car came to a stop before her, its window rolling down to reveal a delicate and beautiful face. Cecilia said affectionately, “Rena, hop

invitation caught Rena

emerged from the driver’s seat. His gesture,

entered the car, settling

immediately, Cecilia initiated

Cecilia, their unfamiliarity

the unease

red, he cast a

and earnest, a side of her he hadn’t

was a smile that showcased both his charisma and good Looks. Rena felt a flush creeping onto her cheeks, an unexpected

too, detected the subtle

with pride for her brother, she couldn’t help but

later, the car arrived at the entrance of Waylen’s apartment building. As Waylen

revealing a blue vase atop the entrance table,

on the piano once played by Louis II. A sense of familiarity washed over Rena,

had lived

desires,

herself drawn to the vase, her fingers grazing its

find it appealing?” A voice behind her broke

jolted Rena, causing her to turn

her gaze, his handsome features seemingly

stared at her with his

raced, her legs threatening to buckle beneath her. Honesty compelled her to speak. “I do like this style of decor.

hinted at her

hold her close was palpable, yet he restrained himself, recognizing that

gentle smile graced his lips as he responded, “As long as it

unable to meet his intense

she turned to Cecilia. “Weren’t you going to

black and white, cold and distant… But recently, Waylen inexplicably

created a delicate atmosphere between the

cast a curious

removed his coat in the hallway before following Rena into the

magnetic confidence with every step he took. His handsome features were

her shoulder, his tone casual as he suggested, “Do you like it? Take a

a flutter of flattery at his words. The piano held a beautiful tale, a treasure she had

and seated herself before the instrument, her slender fingers poised above the ebony and ivory keys. Unexpectedly, Waylen spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of

with mist, and Rena looked sideways

heart skipped

same feeling surged

Waylen seem to

crept in. Had he

her emerged in his

to dance

hampered by injury. Every note

into slumber, Jarrod’s words surged

Waylen, his memories reclaimed

even his eyes blazed

suffered regrets and lost the opportunity to fulfill her dreams. Perhaps by now, she could

“if only” held no place in reality. ALL he desired now was to ensure her safe return. After Rena’s final note resonated, she slowly

the sensation was hauntingly familiar,

her, his warm palms gently settling on her slender

extreme tenderness was

a constant presence, even affecting her appetite. Yet now, her

his head, his Lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “I’ve missed you so much. Did you

sensation

had never been this close to

as she

further. He pressed his face into her cascading brown hair, embracing the softness. It had been too long

a mixture of amusement and

What were they doing?

suddenly

her eyes fell upon a brand new air fryer. Muttering