A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Just then, Rena’s phone rang, shattering the tense atmosphere. Frustrated, Vera muttered curses under her breath as she
retrieved the phone for her friend.
It was a call from Waylen!
Vera stood in stunned silence. Maintaining her composure became an insurmountable task.
It turned out that Rena really was with Waylen!
Vera was shocked when she saw the caller ID.
Albeit hesitant, she answered the phone for Rena.
Waylen’s magnetic voice sounded from the other end of the line. “Where are you? Why aren’t you at home?”
Hearing the concern in Waylen’s voice, Vera glanced at Rena in surprise.
It seemed that... their relationship was very intimate!
Truth be told, she had been wondering how Rena’s father was suddenly bailed out of jail, not to mention the troubles Harold was
facing. It turned out that Waylen was behind all this!
Vera’s eyes lit up. It was so exciting to learn that Waylen, who was the legend in the law circle for being fierce and invincible, had
stood up for her friend.
Vera deliberately lowered her voice and whispered, “Mr. Fowler, this is Vera!
I was classmates with Rena back in college. We’ve met before, though—at the country club! Anyway, Rena’s with me now. She
was so sad that she drank a lot and passed out.”
Waylen had just gotten back home. At this time, he was standing in front of the French window, gently loosening his tie with his
slender fingers.
His actions were simple but elegant.
Hearing what Vera just said, he frowned. “She drank a lot? Why? What happened?”
Vera sighed and began to make up lies to tug at his heartstrings.

“Mr. Fowler, do you really not know? Rena cares a lot about you, and now she had a falling out with Harold! One of Harold’s
girlfriends used to be our classmate and is now Rena’s colleague at work. She slandered Rena at university forum! Rena likes
children very much but now she might never be able to go back to teaching those children. She is very upset about it.”
Vera got so carried away that she got choked up with sobs in the end Harold had hurt Rena too much.
Waylen didn’t say anything for a long time. His silence made Vera suddenly realize that she had inadvertently spilled the beans
about Harold’s scandal.
Would it implicate Rena?
Just as she was beginning to wonder if she had shared too much, Waylen’s deep voice sounded. “Where are you?”
Vera didn’t dare to dilly-dally and quickly give him the address of the bar.
After putting the phone down, Vera had mixed feelings about the whole situation. Indeed, she was the one who had tried to help
Rena get close to Waylen, but she really didn’t expect that her friend would’ actually win Waylen’s heart. After all, he was
notorious for being difficult to approach.
In fact, just a few days ago a famous actress was at a Banquet with her friends.
When she saw Waylen at that banquet, she thought that she’d finally have the chance to marry into a rich family, but in the end,
she couldn’t even get Waylen’s business card.
This had spread like wildfire in the entertainment circle!
Thinking of all these things, Vera gently pinched Rena’s cheek and smiled.
“You’re really something, honey!”
Just then, a thought occurred to Vera and she immediately called the person in charge of the reunion.
“Hey, just calling to let you know that Rena and I will attend the reunion this Saturday.”
After a while, she said loudly, “Yes, Rena’s really coming— with me!”
“I already said that she didn’t do anything wrong! Aren’t you listening? She’s going to the reunion, okay?” ,

After finally confirming their attendance with the person in charge of the reunion, Vera hung up with a grin. There were countless
people who wanted to laugh at Rena. They could have their laugh. They’d eat their words at the reunion!
Vera Was grinning from ear to ear when Waylen finally arrived.
He was still wearing a formal suit.
The gray blazer and slacks fit him perfectly.
The white shirt highlighted his broad chest and narrow waist. and long legs.
Perhaps it was because of his powerful aura that the bar music seemed to fade into the background. Everyone’s eyes were fixed
on him...
Even as a child, Waylen always attracted attention, so he had grown callous to it.
He soon found Vera and Rena.
Vera was still sober, whereas Rena was passed out on top of the table.
The place smelled of alcohol, sweat, and perfume, but Rena looked pure against the chaotic backdrop of the bar.
Waylen nodded at Vera in greeting and then bent down to aaa Rena in his arms.
Rena woke up at that moment.
She opened her eyes and looked at finn’ in fear, like a frightened little.
“What’re you scared of?” Waylen asked unhappily.
Rena displayed an unexpected boldness when intoxicated, defying fear as she enveloped Waylen with her arms and softly
murmured, “I’m feeling rather low spirited and just don’t wanna cook.”
Vera, observing from the sidelines, felt a surge of excitement at the sight of Waylen holding Rena close.
She yearned to continue observing them but Waylen wished to avoid prying eyes. He tenderly carried Rena, cradling her in his
arms and gently placed her inside the luxurious golden Bentley Continental GT stationed by the bar entrance.
Fortunately, Rena obediently settled herself in the car.

With a graceful closure of the door, Waylen turned back and courteously inquired of Vera, “Would you like me to give you a ride?”
Vera swiftly waved her hand and replied, “No, thank you. Your utmost care for Rena is all that matters!”
Waylen had heard tales of Vera’s prowess in alcohol consumption and her frequent visits to bars. Nevertheless, he had never
expected her to develop a genuine camaraderie with Rena.
Waylen nodded in acknowledgment and proceeded to enter the vehicle.
The golden Bentley Continental GT glided away leisurely. 3
Vera exclaimed, “They look like the perfect match!”
Suddenly, she slapped herself forcefully across the face, and it hurt!
This wasn’t a dream!
The reality sunk in that Rena had indeed found an incredible boyfriend!
Waylen drove onward, patiently waiting for the traffic light to turn green.
During this brief interlude, he turned his gaze towards Rena.
Even in her intoxicated state, she remained composed and well-behaved.
There was no pungent odor of alcohol clinging to her person. Instead, her inebriation lent her a captivating allure.
Her visage displayed a slight flush, and her eyes shimmered with a hint of moisture.
A sudden craving for a cigarette overcame Waylen but, mindful off Rena’s presence i in the car, he relinquished the idea and
drove back to the apartment in silence.
As the car came to a halt, Rena, seemingly in a daze, questioned, “Have we reached our destination?”
Her hand reached out to open the door, only to be halted by a firm grip.
Rena froze, her gaze meeting Waylen’s.
Waylen appeared composed, his eyes profound, yet he held her fend tightly.

“Waylen...” Rena uttered weakly.
A soft click resonated within the confines of the car as he locked the door.
Waylen turned to face her and softly stated, “Sit on my lap.”
Upon hearing his words, a blush colored Rena’s cheeks.
Her mind went blank, never expecting him to make such a request.
Waylen did not press her, instead, he observed her intently.
Her dress, crafted from silk, gracefully adorned her figure, reaching just above her knees.
Her legs, supple and delicate, captivated Waylen’s attention.
Although he hadn’t considered having any particular fascination, he was acutely aware of his fondness for Rena’s legs.
Whenever they embraced and slumbered together, his hands would invariably find their way to her thighs.
Now, he yearned to taste her with fervor.
Meeting his handsome countenance, Rena unbuckled her aten and obediently positioned herself upon him.
Uncertain of how to flirt with him, she simply wrapped her arms around his neck and emitted a soft sigh.
Lowering his head, Waylen chuckled and said in a hushed tone, “Shouldn’t you be ensuring my comfort? Yet it seems you derive
greater pleasure from it.”

A rosy hue adorned Rena’s cheeks.
His visage exuded a striking handsomeness, tempting her to initiate a kiss.
However, her lack of finesse hindered her attempts.
Enduring the tension for what felt like an eternity, Waylen ultimately succumbed, unbuckling the seat belt and reclining the seat.
Within the confines of the car, an intimate tableau unfolded.
When Rena awoke, the clock already displayed midnight.

Sitting upright on the bed, she ruffled her hair, recalling the events that had transpired at the bar and the passionate kiss within
the car.
“I shouldn’t have indulged in so much alcohol!”
Just as she was about to message Vera, Waylen entered the bedroom.
He leaned casually against the doorframe and remarked, “You didn’t prepare dinner.”
Rena hastily rose from the bed, exclaiming, “What would you like to eat? I’ll start cooking right away.”
As she approached the bedroom door, Waylen halted her in per tracks.
Rena anticipated Waylen’s discontentment, assuming he would be unhappy.
Nonetheless, Waylen drew her nearer, enfolding her in his embrace, and softly whispered into her ear, “I have already partaken
of dinner.”
A faint blush colored Rena’s cheeks; he possessed such imperviousness!
Waylen exuded a buoyant disposition as he strolled towards the dining room, beckoning Rena with the words, “Join me for a
delightful feast!”
Prior to that, Rena decided to freshen up by washing her face.
Within the confines of the bathroom, she twisted the tap, allowing cold water to cascade over her visage.
Seeking solace, she endeavored to regain composure.
She urgently needed to resolve the issues that had been divulged by Aline.
Moreover, she harbored no intention of disclosing it to Waylen. She had already burdened him excessively. Understanding the
dynamics of their relationship, she couldn’t perpetually seek his aid.
His time was precious, after all!
Rena undertook the task of regulating her mood and emerged from the room.
Unexpectedly, the table was adorned with a lavish spread, surpassing the culinary prowess of her own cooking.

Waylen nonchalantly remarked, “I enlisted the services of the cook from the Fowler family estate to cater this meal.”
After pondering for a moment, he continued, “If you find cooking burdensome, I can request Claribel to prepare dinner instead.”
Quickly interjecting, Rena replied, “No, I will take charge of the cooking.”
She understood Waylen’s meticulousness regarding his privacy. Having Claribel stay and prepare dinner every evening would
undoubtedly disrupt his work. She dared not impede his endeavors.
Waylen did not insist and dined in silence.
Rena, perceiving her role as one of servitude to him, proactively ladled a bowl of soup for Waylen.
In response, Waylen lifted his gaze.
In hushed tones, Rena murmured, “It appears scrumptious.”
Rather than immediately indulging in the soup, Waylen uttered with significance, “I would derive great joy if you were te take the
initiative to bestow a kiss upon me.”
An air of subtlety abruptly enveloped them, as their minds both recollected the kiss they shared within the confines of the car.
In truth, their intimate encounters went beyond mere kisses.
Rena blushed, perplexed as to why he broached the subject during their meal.
Following their dinner, Rena tidied up the table and switched on her phone to watch the screenshots she took.
She was now lucid, realizing the arduousness of suing Aline. Aline proved to be remarkably cautious, employing a plethora of
ambiguous words, which actually did not constitute a crime of slander no matter how suggestive the situation looked.
Damn it!
A pallor crept over Rena’s countenance; she refused to accept defeat.
A slender hand snatched her phone, Waylen peered at the screen and casually remarked, “Indeed, you cannot legally pursue
her.”
Rena hesitated, compelled by instinct to inquire, “Did you already know?”

Returning the phone to her, Waylen settled beside her and queried, “Are you referring to my knowledge of you being targeted or
my awareness of Harold’s infidelity?”
Rena marveled at his composure!
She had previously met Cecilia and discerned the amicable rapport shared between Cecilia and Waylen, Didn’t Waylen care
about Harold cheating on his own sister?
Waylen’s smile widened.
With gentle fingers, he delicately clasped Rena’s chin and proclaimed, “Harold is inconsequential, As long as he remains
subservient to Cecilia, what does it matter?”
Rena stood bewildered.
She gazed at him with a vacant expression, her mind grappling for words.
Waylen elucidated his stance with clarity.
“Cecilia has previously tried to take her own life, so it is impossible for her to sever ties with Harold now! Since their separation is
unattainable’ I shall simply allow her to revel in enough amusement. Eventually, she will grow weary of him! Therefore, it matters
little what kind of person Harold is. As long as Cecilia is content at present.”
Rena experienced a tumultuous surge of emotions.
Though he spoke of Harold, she couldn’t help but feel she shared a parallel predicament.
Waylen treated her kindly solely for his own pleasure!
She remained silent for an extended period. How could Waylen be oblivious to her thoughts?
He tenderly caressed her face and whispered, “We however, are a different case! We have feelings for each other. Rena, don’t
you find my appearance and physique appealing?”
Rena gently closed her eyes.
He spoke the truth!

She was indeed captivated by his looks and physique!
Rena’s affinity towards Waylen was unquestionable and the reasons behind it were ambiguous.
It could be attributed to a sense of gratitude, or perhaps it was his pleasing appearance that captivated her. Regardless, there
was no denying her fondness for him.
Moreover, Rena found herself in his company solely to bring him happiness.
However, her current state of despondency was in stark contrast to her original plan. She chided herself for allowing such
negativity to affect her. 4
With her gaze lowered, Rena’s voice grew soft as she confessed, “Your appearance, your physique... 1 am indeed drawn to
them.”
Waylen delicately brushed his slender fingers against her lips, leaving Rena blushing and her heart racing with anticipation.
Yet, amidst the flurry of emotions, Rena didn’t lose sight of an important matter. She encircled her arms around his neck and
inquired, “Aline has defamed me. Is there nothing I can do to retaliate?”
“Do you place great importance on the opinions of others?” he queried.\
Determined to please him, Rena mustered her utmost efforts. With a sincere tone, she expressed, “I don’t wish for the children
I’ve taught to be disillusioned with me. I fear they might perceive me as an unworthy individual.”
Waylen buried his face by her neck, emitting a soft chuckle.
His smile held a tinge of mockery as he remarked, “You lie beneath me and yet you claim decency?”
Rena found herself at a loss for words.
Though she had shared intimate moments with Waylen on several occasions, their relationship hadn’t yet reached the point of
physical intimacy.
Bashfully, she gently pushed him away and sought refuge in the bedroom’s bathroom.
Tonight, Waylen’s spirits were particularly high, prompting him to soon follow Rena’s lead.

Once she finished cleansing herself and applying skincare products, he embraced her from behind, resting his chin upon her
shoulder, “Are you mad at me?” he inquired.
“No! How could I possibly be mad at you?” she responded, attempting to quell any hint of resentment.
Waylen gently grasped her chin, coercing her to turn towards him for a passionate kiss. After a lingering exchange of affection,
he carefully guided her, positioning her within the shelter of his arms.
Rena’s trepidation immobilized her, rendering her incapable of making any movements.
Fixing his gaze upon her, Waylen spoke softly, “You don’t have to worry about anything. Leave it to me. Your only task is to
attend the school reunion as you should.”
After contemplating for a moment, Rena mustered the courage to inquire, “Do you plan on accompanying me to the school
reunion?” I

“Am I not presentable enough? Or would you prefer attending with an older gentleman?” he retorted.
Rena responded in a gentle tone, seeking to clarify, “I never said that. I am simply perplexed as to why you have no fear of
revealing our relationship to others.”
Waylen dismissed her concerns lightly, stating, “Neither of us are married, and our relationship is a normal one. Why should I be
apprehensive?”
Rena remained silent, her thoughts lingering.
Still slightly inebriated, she encircled her arms : around Waylen’s waist, finding solace as she leaned comfortably against his
chest.
A drowsiness began to overtake her.
With tenderness, Waylen carried her to the bed, where Rena nestled herself and drifted into a peaceful slumber, curling up on
her side.
As sleep beckoned, a cool sensation enveloped her as Waylen joined her after taking a refreshing shower.
Given his appreciation for her physique, he couldn’t resist indulging in the tactile experience.

Rena stirred from her sleep but exhaustion prevented her from acknowledging him.
She chose to feign sleep, preserving the illusion of unawareness.
Waylen detected the hastening rhythm of her breath. Instead of imposing himself upon her, he leaned gently against her slender
shoulder and posed a question in a hushed tone, “How long does your period typically last?”
A rosy hue adorned Rena’s cheeks.
After a brief pause, she whispered, “Usually five days.”
Upon hearing her response, Waylen withdrew his hands, rolled over and lay still.
His touch ceased entirely.
In the morning, Rena took the initiative to assist him in fastening his tie.
Bathed in the gentle morning light, her delicate visage radiated exquisite beauty.
Waylen grasped her hand, his voice tender as he suggested, “Why don’t you go shopping and treat yourself to new attire? You
know, getting ready for the school reunion.”
Rena had grown accustomed to frugality in recent times.
Sincerity laced her words as she admitted, “It would require a considerable sum of money.”
A smile played upon Waylen’s lips.
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“Simply purchase some clothes and charge it to the ona I provided. I happen to be in need of a few shirts and you can assist me
with selecting them.”
Rena discerned his true intentions; he merely wished to entice her into a shopping excursion. After all, his wardrobe boasted an
abundance of shirts.

Women by nature, possessed an inclination for indulging in sartorial pursuits.
Expressing her gratitude with gentle sincerity, Rena softly uttered, “Thank you.”
Waylen leaned in, pressing his lips against hers and replied, “You’re most welcome.”
Rena aspired to bring him joy.
Her arms encircled his neck, initiating a tender kiss.
Waylen’s initial reaction was one of astonishment.
His heart then fluttered, skipping a beat.
As he arrived at the law firm, his cheerful disposition remained intact. Even Jazlyn noticed his uplifted spirits and his enhanced
allure.
At ten o’clock in the morning, a gentle knock echoed, announcing Jazlyn’s entrance.
With a radiant smile, she addressed him, “Mr. Fowler, the legal counselor from the Moore Group seeks your audience! Having
reviewed your schedule, I’ve found an available slot at four o’clock this afternoon...”
“I have no desire to meet with him!” Waylen declared in an apathetic tone.\
“The concerned departments have already filed a lawsuit against the Moore Group regarding their financial troubles. Let them
resolve it on their own.”
Jazlyn couldn’t hide her surprise.
Waylen’s sister was about to wed the Moore Group’s CEO, yet Waylen showed no intention of extending his aid.
Maintaining her professional demeanor, Jazlyn replied, “Very well, Mr. Fowler.”
She retreated to her desk and promptly amen to the Moore Grapes legal counselor.
Naturally, Harold soon became aware of the development.
His lack of astonishment was evident.

Clearly, Waylen’s actions were intentional. How could one expect his assistance?
This crisis left Harold drained of energy, leaving no room to pursue Rena or handle-Darren.
Waylen possessed remarkable capabilities, skillfully steering situations to his advantage.
Having been immersed in the business world for countless years, Harold had become ruthless and unsparing.
However, he begrudgingly acknowledged that he paled in comparison to , Waylen’s abilities!
Harold’s emotions were in turmoil.
He stood before the grand French window, indulging in one cigarette after another.
Recollections flooded his mind, back to the time when the Moore Group faced its gravest crisis. Strangely, he didn’t resort to
smoking then, as Rena would gently chide, “Excessive smoking isn’t good for you.”
And then, she would slip a soothing mint candy into his mouth.
Back then, Harold found her gestures bothersome.
Despite her attractive appearance, she lacked the art of pleasing men.
Why did he endure four years with her? It was merely to manipulate Darren into becoming the scapegoat.
Yet, now that he had truly got rid of her, an emptiness pervaded his being.
Harold reassured himself that he was simply unaccustomed to this change!
A rap at the door interrupted his thoughts.
His secretary entered, bearing news of a predicament concerning a shopping mall he had purchased earlier in the year.
Nonchalantly, Harold uttered, “I shall go and investigate.”
Half an hour later, Harold’s car pulled up outside the shopping mall.
The task consumed the better part of his day. By the time he completed his responsibilities, the clock read four in the afternoon.
His secretary Offered a modest meal, “Mr, Moore, you haven’t had lunch!-Please make do with this for now.

However, Harold had no appetite whatsoever.
With a casual tone, he stated, “Let’s return to the company.”
Descending from the fourth-floor office center, Harold encountered an unfortunate malfunction with the elevator, compelling him
to utilize the passenger elevator instead.
Harold’s countenance grew increasingly volatile, his face contorted with anger.
As the elevator approached the ground floor, a sight awaited him... Rena!
Alone, she navigated the shopping haven, clutching several bags in her hands.
Currently engrossed in selecting clothing at a prestigious men’s boutique, she exuded an air of concentration and gentility.
Harold knew all too well that she was procuring garments for Waylen.
This scene unsettled him, instilling a deep discomfort within and he had no desire to witness it again. Swiftly, he departed the
mall and sought solace within his car.
Harold closed his eyes, issuing a command to the driver to transport him back to the Moore family estate.
His secretary also caught sight of Rena but her timidity stifled any inclination to inquire or comment.
Upon Harold’s arrival at home, Krista discovered him, her surprise evident, and she prepared to engage him in a conversation
concerning the company.
“Mom, I’m rather fatigued and in need of rest,” Harold interjected, loosening his tie as he ascended the staircase. 2
Noting his expression, Krista contemplated voicing ‘her thoughts but ultimately refrained.
Harold retreated into his room, forcefully shutting the door behind him.
Collapsing onto the bed, he shielded his eyes with his arm, his mind awash with the tender countenance adorning Rena’s face.
Harold’s body abruptly shifted position, his sudden movement causing the bedframe to squeak a little.
In a deliberate motion, he extracted his phone from his pocket, deftly unlocking the device and accessing his exclusive collection
of personal memories.

Within that sacred digital space, a solitary photograph occupied the screen, capturing the essence of Rena, forever
encapsulating her presence.
Perhaps two or three years prior, Harold had toiled relent! lessly often until midnight and, as he labored, Rena dutifully prepared
nourishment, eagerly awaiting his return.
On that particular night, however, her patience was pushed to its limits, causing her to succumb to slumber while waiting for him
to return.
Adorned with supple and flawless skin, Rena’s countenance radiated an aura of submissiveness, manifesting her inherent
obedience.
Fatigued to the core upon his arrival home, Harold’s weariness was momentarily overshadowed by the sight of Rena’s
vulnerable form.
Moved by her tranquil repose, he was inexplicably compelled to seize that fleeting moment within the confines of a photograph.