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.”

hungry. I’m focusing on

finished speaking, Waylen regarded her

have carried a different implication. However,

The Duefron Film Theatre.

facilitated by Jazlyn had the theater’s entrance ajar, allowing Waylen

he flicked on the lights,

sound of his footsteps resonated through the spacious emptiness as

which he had witnessed Rena being

closed eyes and joined palms, Waylen offered a moment of silent

there was ruthlessness in

vigil

placed a call to the music school’s principal. “Mr. Hudson,

was roused from sleep,

cordial, a pang of

proceeded directly to his

heard about your upcoming school anniversary celebrations with various performances. I have a rather unconventional request. I’d like my girlfriend to perform on

Nelson hesitated.

hint of amusement. “I’m prepared to donate 20

there was no

was swift. “It’s merely a

Waylen’s smile deepened.

to play the piano.

Nelson readily agreed.

could adorn the entire venue. The offer wasn’t solely about the

concluded the call,

his figure as he

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absent

Rena’s displeasure, knowing she had a

the apartment door, he was met with a waft of

entire house was filled

bustled about, clad in an oversized T-shirt and a

appeared every bit like

whispered, “I didn’t come home last night. Why didn’t you call me? It’s not good to indulge a man like this. Rena, as Mrs. Fowler-to-be, your first lesson should

to plead for that

the delicate curve

“I am.”

on his mind, their

shoulders, cooperating as he guided her Afterward, a sense

offered a soft refusal. “I can

her bottom, he questioned,

from confessing but didn’t

Waylen disappeared into the bathroom, appearing shortly after, freshly shaven

as

had been overlooking a critical issue. If he didn’t endure hardship for

His palms turned clammy.

and the razor grazed his chin, a

bathroom, Waylen seemed

exchanged his appearance for a dark blue shirt and iron gray suit

this ensemble, he exuded

help but steal glances

culinary creations with Waylen, who heartily enjoyed

once we’re married, I’ll be the one cooking for

responded joyfully, “So, for the next four

Waylen remained silent.

sealed the conversation

years. Instead, he would be waiting for her in the future… At that time, Rena would already be a mature woman and a mother

she reveled in their

a deep understanding of her. She

breakfast, Waylen accompanied

vehicle was

refused to proceed further, yet their presence drew a fair

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

kiss on his chin before

retreating form, Waylen finally identified whom Alexis

Alexis took after him.

was a striking resemblance to the

was designated for

crossed

had traversed the music school, generating

Aline seethed with resentment.

snatch her opportunity? Many celebrities in Duefron would be present in this school anniversary. It was an

was not willing to give up so easily. Seeing Rena’s composed

such opportunities for self-presentation, Rena harbored

such desire, yet she wouldn’t willingly forgo an opportunity that had been granted

faint smile curved

reaction further stung

Vera, aren’t you? Rena, it’s not my fault.

Rena shook her head.

Aline remained puzzled. Vera had managed to secure an excellent relationship

composure served only to escalate Aline’s

in his early fifties. He was not bad

She had no inhibitions.

secure a prime opportunity, a trade she deemed worthwhile. Furthermore, rumors of Nelson’s indiscreet

was convinced her plan would

with rectitude. “Aline, we once discussed dedicating ourselves to art. I won’t ask you to sacrifice your body for art’s sake. It’s a spiritual endeavor, not a carnal one. Stripping down is easy, but it’s much harder to regain one’s

stood surprised,

originated, but I assure you, the school had never considered offering you the piano

unconvinced. She persisted in her belief that Rena had stolen her opportunity. Exiting the principal’s office, Aline confronted Rena, who sat reading

black-clad bodyguards around her, which prevented anyone from easily approaching

library, her profile exuding an air

before, Aline possessed a keen sense

Yet now, her bearing exuded the unmistakable feminine aura of someone cherished by

noble man stirred a bitter envy within

that moment, Rena glanced up and

between them, exacerbated by Vera, remained unresolved, causing Rena to intentionally ignore her and

but the four vigilant bodyguards promptly intervened, obstructing her

drew the attention of

“Rena, let’s wait and

Rena resumed her

Aline contacted Joseph, demanding, “Where are

had ended his relationship with Vera. He responded indignantly, “It is none of your business!

lowered her gaze and adopted a seductive smile. “Let’s meet.” Joseph hesitated, eventually agreeing to rendezvous at a

a shower, draped in a bathrobe, and sat