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.
the finest diamond ring in Duefron, a lustrous pear-shaped gem that epitomized his
struck four
the quilt, his thoughts
half-awake, half-dreaming, turned towards him,
“Where were you?”
affairs,” he
his embrace, her affectionate gestures akin to a gentle caress
she confided, “It stings a
sought solace upon her head, his soothing words
will ebb
Rena’s desires were myriad.
and softly that he could only sleep with her for the rest of his life…
silent, his emotions hidden beneath
in the air, gnawing at
undeniable. © Rena’s voice quivered as she inquired, her casual facade belying
“Is this for me?”
hand, his fingers intertwining with
voice, a tender whisper against her neck,
wife? My love
Their Lives had intertwined over
engulfed in the throes of bliss, was blissfully ignorant of this
swelled with sorrow and bitterness. He marveled at the enchantment
departure was fraught with
she had clung to him, yearning
touch traced the delicate arches
amidst my regrets, one thing remains clear. I’ve never regretted loving you.” Rena looked
Waylen stood
and profound. As the clock struck four in the afternoon, the stylists
discerning eye settled upon a gown, a delicate
a metamorphosis she had never
to him, a whisper of nervousness in
“Waylen, my heart races.”
lips brushing against hers. His gaze was a testament to his love, his words
“Rena, I adore you.”
graced Rena’s lips, her heart eager to express her
touch upon the
expanse of the bed, bestowing a tender kiss upon her forehead. A whisper of promise lingered in the air as he murmured, “When you awaken, we
tears, the weight
Film Theater, the anniversary of the Music
was the piano
was said that Louis II had once played it, and now Waylen
many people who
Vera, Joseph,
the Moore Group, its situation had been reversed. Harold was always a
Harrison here to watch Rena play the
not far away from Harold, Aline couldn’t help stealing glances at him. No matter how bad she was, she had always loved
But Harold ignored Aline.
her teeth
very much. Once Rena took the stage and performed her piece, everything would be
get all
slightly, Aline waited
dimmed, and then someone in white walked
Applause broke out.
She even smiled. Before long, those immaculate white would be covered
the song wasn’t the one Rena was set
It was Moonlight Lover.
was stunned when
wasn’t Rena. It
all-white suit, he sat under the big crystal chandelier and played the piano. Nobody knew that Waylen could play the
and didn’t care that it wasn’t Rena playing in
from
it be? How could
bellow a
out
family wouldn’t rest until they found out who
Aline stood up abruptly.
begun swaying slightly. Waylen could’ve gotten out of the way, but he remained seated and
steel wire
fell, and screams filled the entire theater. Waylen was still
didn’t stop playing the
his white suit was now
hall were pushed open, and a beam of light
It was Rena.
welled up in her eyes as she
as silent as
and
was only Rena and
get close to him. She just watched as he
The Morning Dew piano…
apartment, the dog Snowball
drained from Aline’s
it be? How could
saw that the wire from which the crystal chandelier hung had started
wanted to bellow a warning,
was terrified out of her
they found out who was responsible. And
Aline stood up abruptly.
the crystal chandelier had begun swaying slightly. Waylen could’ve gotten out of the way, but he remained seated and continued playing as if nothing was about to
steel wire
the entire theater.
didn’t stop playing the
now crimson. However,
played, he said, “Come home
hall were pushed open, and
It was Rena.
ran toward Waylen. Tears welled up in her eyes as she called desperately,
as silent as
and
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