A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Chapter 1431-1440
Waylen steered his car back to his apartment, his heart racing with concern.
Determined, he swung open one door after another, his voice echoing through the space. “Rena!”
However, his apartment echoed with emptiness, and a sense of worry began to take hold.
Just as Waylen contemplated descending the stairs to search for her, the door creaked open, and Rena stepped in, the chill of the autumn night clinging to her like a whisper.
A coat, seemingly oversized, draped her figure. It was his old college baseball uniform, now transformed into a graceful ensemble on Rena. Her silhouette was captivating, particularly the delicate length of her legs, bared by the coat’s generous cut.
His brow furrowed as he regarded her.
There were still two days until the anticipated event, and the weight of impending uncertainty sat heavily on his shoulders. He feared for Rena, for the unknown that might unfold.
Unable to suppress his concern, his voice took on a stern edge.
“Where have you been, Rena?”
Rena stood before him, caught off guard by his tone.
After a prolonged silence, her voice was gentle, almost a whisper. “I spent the evening cooking a feast. Since you hadn’t returned for dinner, I took it upon myself to feed the puppy downstairs.”
Waylen’s features remained stern, his worry refusing to dissipate.
His gaze locked onto her, his words gravelly. “Promise me you won’t wander these next two days.”
With a sense of determination, Waylen retreated into his study.
He knew he needed a respite, a brief reprieve from the mounting tension. Yet, as he settled into the dimly lit room, he found that his attempts at calming his nerves were in vain. He would know in two days if he succeed or not.
Waylen was smoking quietly. Time seemed elusive in the hushed stillness. How many days had passed in this dream, and what did it translate to in reality?
His thoughts were a tempest of concern, for Rena, and for the life they had created, their third child, a daughter named Elva. ©
Waylen’s frustration grew, manifesting in the ashtray overflowing with
His brow furrowed as he regarded her.
There were still two days until the anticipated event, and the weight of impending uncertainty sat heavily on his shoulders. He feared for Rena, for the unknown that might unfold.
Unable to suppress his concern, his voice took on a stern edge. “Where have you been, Rena?”
Rena stood before him, caught off guard by his tone.
After a prolonged silence, her voice was gentle, almost a whisper. “I spent the evening cooking a feast. Since you hadn’t returned for dinner, I took it upon myself to feed the puppy downstairs.”
Waylen’s features remained stern, his worry refusing to dissipate. His gaze Locked onto her, his words gravelly. “Promise me you won’t wander these next two days.”
With a sense of determination, Waylen retreated into his study.
He knew he needed a respite, a brief reprieve from the mounting tension. Yet, as he settled into the dimly lit room, he found that his attempts at calming his nerves were in vain. He would know in two days if he succeed or not.
Waylen was smoking quietly. Time seemed elusive in the hushed stillness. How many days had passed in this dream, and what did it translate to in reality?
His thoughts were a tempest of concern, for Rena, and for the life they had created, their third child, a daughter named Elva. ©
Waylen’s frustration grew, manifesting in the ashtray overflowing with spent cigarettes. The uncertainty was nearly suffocating.
Then, like a breath of solace, the door creaked, and Rena slipped into the room.
She nestled herself into Waylen’s embrace, the soft Light casting a delicate glow upon her. Tucking her against him, Waylen felt the tension slowly ebbing away. Rena’s arms encircled his waist, and she inquired with tenderness. “Waylen, what’s troubling you?”
In her neglected state, Rena embodied an innocent vulnerability that tugged at his heart.
Rena’s protest was quiet yet firm.
“I haven’t done anything wrong.” Initially preoccupied, Waylen’s attention shifted as Rena melted into his embrace, her delicate frame a testament to her fragility.
His fingers brushed against the slender strap of her silk nightgown, a contrast to his own agitation.
“Did you wear this on purpose?” Waylen’s voice was tinged with a husky rasp, his fingers dancing along the silken edge.
Rena lifted her gaze, her lips capturing his chin in a tender kiss. Throughout the moments that followed, their lips met in stolen caresses. Each kiss carried an unspoken question, a gasp of longing, and Rena’s voice quivered as she asked, “Are you still angry?”
Waylen’s touch traced the curve of her waist, and the tension in the room seemed to mirror the anticipation that crackled between them.
Longing mixed with urgency, and Waylen found himself captivated by the notion of release, of escaping the mounting pressure.
Yet, he was also driven by the tenderness of holding Rena in his arms, his beloved wife.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Waylen tilted his head, his Lips seeking Rena’s. She met him in kind, her lips parting in a subtle invitation. In a moment of surrender, their bodies pressed together, igniting a fervent desire.
“Waylen!”
Rena’s plea, almost a whimper, echoed in the space.
The intensity of their connection was undeniable, an embodiment of their shared emotions. Waylen’s resolve wavered as he pressed Rena onto the sofa, their kisses growing fervent and unrestrained.
In a moment of clarity, Waylen drew back, his gaze locking with Rena‘s. He kissed her and comforted her softly, but Rena propped herself up… Under the soft glow of the room, Rena’s eyes held a vulnerability that tugged at Waylen’’s heart. Her words were a whispered confession, a promise laced with determination.
“Waylen, you said it yourself, didn’t you? That I’m yours. If fate has destined us to be together, then why do we hesitate?”
Rena possessed youth and wisdom, a blend that forged her understanding of love’s intertwined connection with wealth.
When he offered her his fortune, doubt never crept into her heart. His love was undeniable.
Waylen’s gaze dipped downward, his Adam’s apple dancing in a manner that oozed allure.
The pull of impulse overpowered his rationale, and he swept Rena’s delicate form into his arms, embarking towards the bedroom.
This was the very bed where their love first transcended into reality, and in this dream, he chose to embrace her four years ahead of time.
Amidst their yearning, they lost themselves in an unspoken dance, experiencing the depth of their bond numerous times.
Exhaustion eventually claimed Rena’s senses, her eyelids surrendering to sleep.
Yet, Waylen remained sleepless.
He traversed their apartment restlessly, driven by an innate need to leave an imprint. A legacy that would enrich her existence in the years ahead.
As the night deepened, Waylen orchestrated a symphony of phone calls, ensuring matters were meticulously tended to.
commissioned the finest diamond ring in Duefron, a lustrous
four in
beneath the quilt, his thoughts
half-dreaming, turned towards him, her arms enveloping his
“Where were you?”
affairs,” he
into his embrace, her affectionate gestures akin
she confided, “It stings a
softened. His touch sought solace upon her
pain will ebb
Rena’s desires were myriad.
him carefully and softly that he could only sleep with her
his emotions hidden beneath layers of
in the air,
© Rena’s voice quivered as she inquired, her casual facade belying
“Is this for me?”
hand, his fingers intertwining
whisper against her neck, held
love for
intertwined over
the throes of bliss, was blissfully ignorant of this deeper connection,
heart swelled with sorrow and bitterness. He marveled at the enchantment
solitary day. Waylen had meticulously orchestrated every detail, ensuring that his departure was fraught with
night, she had clung to him, yearning
Waylen’s gentle touch traced the delicate arches of her
held a revelation. “Rena, amidst my regrets, one thing remains clear.
him unconditionally. Waylen stood on the
held Rena close, their connection intimate and profound. As the clock struck four in
gown, a delicate masterpiece
a metamorphosis
a whisper
“Waylen, my heart races.”
lips brushing against hers. His gaze was a testament
“Rena, I adore you.”
Rena’s lips, her heart eager to express
abrupt action silenced her, his touch upon the back of her head sending her into
upon her forehead. A whisper of promise lingered in the
Waylen’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, the weight of their Love and
the Duefron Film Theater, the anniversary of
stage, there was the piano called Morning
once played it, and now Waylen bought
stage, many
Joseph,
its situation had been reversed. Harold was always a man who put his career first. Now, he didn’t mind Rena’s relationship with
brought Harrison here to watch Rena play
far away from Harold, Aline couldn’t help stealing glances at him. No matter how bad
But Harold ignored Aline.
her teeth
appreciated Rena very much. Once Rena took the stage and performed her piece, everything would
would get
slightly, Aline waited
then someone in white walked to
Applause broke out.
white would be covered
song wasn’t the one Rena was set to
It was Moonlight Lover.
stunned when they saw clearly the
Rena.
suit, he sat under the big crystal chandelier and played the piano. Nobody knew that Waylen
that it wasn’t Rena playing in front
from
it be? How could it
from which the crystal chandelier hung had started
a warning, but
out
survive, the Fowler family wouldn’t rest until they found out who was responsible. And then Aline would
Aline stood up abruptly.
slightly. Waylen could’ve gotten out of the way, but he remained seated
steel
and screams filled the
didn’t stop
white suit was now crimson. However, he continued playing Rena’s favorite melody.
every note he played, he said, “Come
hall were pushed open, and a beam of light shot
It was Rena.
Tears welled up
suddenly fell as
screaming stopped, and everyone
was only Rena
she tried, she couldn’t get close to him. She just watched as he sat there and played Moonlight Lover,
The Morning Dew piano…
the dog Snowball
from Aline’s
How could it be
and saw that the wire from which the crystal chandelier
to bellow a warning, but
terrified out of
Fowler family wouldn’t rest until they found out who was responsible. And then Aline would end up buried in an
Aline stood up abruptly.
slightly. Waylen could’ve gotten out of the way, but he remained
steel wire
chandelier fell, and screams filled the entire theater. Waylen
stop
with blood, and his white suit was now crimson. However, he continued playing
he said, “Come
of the hall were pushed open, and a
It was Rena.
dress, she ran toward Waylen. Tears welled up in her eyes as she called
as silent as a
screaming stopped, and everyone
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