A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

A pang of sorrow tugged at Waylen’s heart.

He longed to whisk Rena, now 20, away, as if he could possess two versions of her.

One mature and refined.

The other youthful and naive.

The very notion was almost unbearable to contemplate. His head dipped, lips pressing against her forehead, a murmur escaping his lips. “We’ll be together, Rena. Trust me.”

Rena lifted her head gently from his embrace, sunlight streaming through the window and casting a warm glow upon her youthful countenance.

Her complexion was flawless, her brows elegantly arched, and her chestnut locks cascaded gracefully down her waist, framing her enticing figure.

Her eyes, deep and bright like those of a newborn animal, held a tremor as she spoke with a quivering voice.

“I trust you.”

For Rena, who now stood at 20, this relationship had been akin to an unexpected afternoon rainstorm.

She had initially resisted its downpour, yet upon her first step into this apartment, an inexplicable sense of familiarity had overtaken her, leading her to a complete surrender.

It felt as though fate itself had orchestrated Waylen’s appearance by her side, that day on campus merely a serendipitous convergence.

Rena had always been steadfast in following her emotions, unwavering in her desire to be with Waylen.

The gap in their social statuses, the potential disapproval of his parents—such considerations had been forgotten, cast aside in the fervor of her hastily formed connection with him.

In her fragility and vulnerability, a hint of grievance lingered, but Waylen’s silent presence assured her.

He yearned to lead her back to reality, though his lips remained sealed.

Enfolding her in his embrace, he unraveled his plans, weaving dreams of a future for them both. A music studio for Rena after graduation, nestled in Duefron’s most prestigious locale, and their marriage when she reached 24.

Then she would begin to give birth to their children.

As Waylen spoke, the woman in his arms grew increasingly drowsy, nestling against his neck with a glint of tears at the corner of her eye.

silly girl. Why did she cry?

A tender kiss graced her lips before he gently carried her in his arms and walked back to the bedroom.

The upcoming school anniversary loomed, a mere week away.

Waylen stood sentinel over Rena’s well-being, a protective shield around her. He ventured to the Gordon household in person, earnestly beseeching Darren for permission to have Rena under his care temporarily. Waylen took on the mantle of chauffeur, ensuring her safe passage to and from school.

Initially resistant, Darren’s resolve eventually wavered after an all-night session of chess with Waylen.

At the break of dawn, consent was granted.

With Eloise’s assistance, Rena’s belongings were swiftly assembled, and Waylen escorted her away.

Downstairs, he loaded Rena’s suitcase into the car’s trunk.

However, her demeanor spoke of unrest, her expression far from jubilant.

As he settled into the driver’s seat and secured his seatbelt, a casual question slipped from his lips.

“You’re not enthusiastic about living with me?”

An air of unease settled upon Rena.

Averted eyes and a brief silence later, she whispered softly, “Waylen, don’t misunderstand. I’m certain of my feelings for you. But I can’t ignore the sense of being controlled, of things moving too swiftly.”

A furrow formed between her brows as she continued, “I’m not keen on cohabiting.”

Waylen’s eyes were full of affection.

He was good-looking and she was really tempted, but she still had to say what she should say.

“Waylen, although you have talked about the future with me, who can tell what will happen in the future? What if one day you grow weary of me or find another girl more suited? Would you then want me to leave? I couldn’t bear that.”

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

Alongside her grievance, a genuine affection for him shone through.

Waylen’s touch was gentle as he caressed her delicate visage. With one hand, he retrieved a document from the front compartment of the car and placed it in Rena’s hand.

Bewildered, she glanced down to find a transfer contract.

The apartment and the piano belonged to her now, along with an astonishing sum: over 12@ billion dollars’ worth of movable and immovable assets held by Waylen had been transferred to her.

Stunned, Rena bit her tender lip and murmured, “This isn’t what I want.”

Waylen, sensing her fear, adopted a playful tone.

“Still anxious, are you? How about I give you ownership of my body too? Then you can be completely assured, right?”

His forehead gently met hers, his voice soft as he continued, “My body is immovable property, but in your hands, it might become personal property. This particular product isn‘t traded on the market. From now on, you’re the sole authorized user.”

Blushing and indignant, Rena thought him audacious

Taking her hand, Waylen urged her to sign the document.

Stubbornly, she gazed up at him.

With a tender touch to her head, Waylen reasoned, “Didn’t you say I can foresee the future? Rena, what’s wrong with giving all this to my future wife?”

He seemed to be right.

At twenty years old, Rena signed a contract in advance, entrusting herself to Waylen.

Their cohabitation was a thrilling adventure to her.

It was the same for Waylen.

Nights found them on the same bed, exchanging kisses and affectionate touches. Under Waylen’s guidance, Rena gradually discovered new realms of intimacy.

Afterward, Rena spent a long time in the bathroom, cleansing her hands

When she emerged, Waylen was already dressed.

Surprised, she inquired.

“Are you heading out at this hour’ As he fastened his belt, Waylen playfully pinched her chin. “Indeed, I have some matters to attend to. You should go to bed. What would you like to eat? I’ll bring it back for you.”

focusing on staying in

speaking, Waylen regarded her with a faint smile,

that her words might have carried a different implication. However, it wasn’t meant for his

The Duefron Film Theatre.

by Jazlyn had the theater’s entrance ajar, allowing

he flicked on the lights, banishing

his footsteps resonated through the spacious emptiness

from which he had witnessed Rena being struck by the plummeting chandelier, still in

Waylen

there was

seated, a vigil

Waylen placed a call to the music school’s

sleep, his tone suddenly brightening

pang of annoyance echoed within

Waylen proceeded directly

various performances. I have a rather unconventional request. I’d like my girlfriend to

Nelson hesitated.

hint of amusement. “I’m prepared to

was

was swift. “It’s merely a performance. No

Waylen’s smile deepened.

to play the piano. I’LL also manage the stage

Nelson readily agreed.

consideration. If Waylen desired, Rena’s name could adorn the entire venue. The offer wasn’t solely about the 20 million dollars. Nelson recognized the potential connections he could forge

call,

his figure as he walked

*

absent throughout the

Rena’s displeasure, knowing she had

he unlocked the apartment door, he was met with a waft of

filled with the

kitchen, Rena bustled about, clad in an

every bit like

into an embrace from behind, he whispered, “I didn’t come home last night. Why didn’t you call me? It’s not good to indulge

blushed, responding, “Who’s going to

found the delicate curve of her neck, his words

“I am.”

his mind,

Rena was still inexperienced, she willingly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, cooperating as he guided her Afterward, a sense of fulfillment settled over him.

a soft refusal. “I can take a bus or a

patting her bottom, he questioned, “Do you feel sorry for

refrained from confessing but didn’t deny it

to cook, Waylen disappeared into the bathroom, appearing shortly after, freshly shaven in front of the mirror.

remained as

been overlooking a critical issue. If he didn’t endure hardship for Rena, he might remain trapped in this dream, unable to return to

His palms turned clammy.

razor grazed his chin, a thin

bathroom, Waylen seemed

for a dark blue shirt and iron gray suit

ensemble, he

help but

Rena sharing her culinary creations

I’ll be the one cooking

the next four years, I’ll be the

Waylen remained silent.

sealed the

be with her over the next four years. Instead, he would be waiting for her

Rena, she

understanding of her. She felt

breakfast, Waylen accompanied Rena to

was quite

to proceed further, yet their

Lip, she said unhappily, “It’s all your fault Saddened by her situation, Waylen

his chin before stepping out

form, Waylen finally identified

Alexis took after him.

striking resemblance to

stating. “Spread the word that the original piano solo opportunity was designated for Aline. Eventually, the school selected Rena due to her background. Ensure

Rena crossed paths with

had traversed the music school, generating a

Aline seethed with resentment.

her opportunity? Many celebrities in Duefron would be present

up so easily. Seeing Rena’s composed demeanor, she sneered,

opportunities for self-presentation, Rena harbored no

lay in establishing connections with celebrities. Rena had no such desire, yet she wouldn’t

faint smile curved Rena’s

reaction further

“You’re probably doing this for Vera, aren’t you? Rena, it’s not my fault. Vera

Rena shook her head.

managed to secure an excellent relationship despite her breakup with

composure served only

the school’s principal being in his early fifties. He was not bad looking, but after all, he was also

She had no inhibitions.

secure a prime opportunity, a trade she deemed worthwhile. Furthermore, rumors

was convinced her plan would

art. I won’t ask you to sacrifice your body for art’s sake.

stood surprised,

where these false rumors originated, but I assure you, the school had never considered offering you the piano solo. Malignant intentions are behind the spreading of

her belief that Rena had stolen her

around her, which prevented anyone from easily approaching

sat in the library, her profile exuding an air of graceful elegance that

possessed a keen sense to discern the distinct aura

had been beautiful but visibly innocent and inexperienced. Yet now, her bearing exuded the unmistakable feminine aura of someone cherished by a

distinguished and noble man stirred a bitter envy within

moment, Rena glanced up and caught sight

unresolved, causing Rena to intentionally ignore her and continue

of approaching Rena, but the four vigilant bodyguards promptly intervened, obstructing her

actions drew the

her teeth and muttered, “Rena, let’s wait and see!” With those

resumed her

Aline contacted Joseph,

with Vera. He responded indignantly, “It is none of

and adopted a seductive smile. “Let’s meet.” Joseph hesitated, eventually agreeing

encounters, Joseph emerged from a shower, draped in a bathrobe, and sat anxiously on