A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love - Chapter 1433

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.

 

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He commissioned the finest diamond ring in Duefron, a lustrous pear-shaped gem that epitomized his intentions.

The clock struck four in the morning.

Waylen nestled beneath the quilt, his thoughts swirling.

Rena, half-awake, half-dreaming, turned towards him, her arms enveloping his neck.

“Where were you?”

“Attending to some affairs,” he murmured huskily.

Rena nuzzled into his embrace, her affectionate gestures akin to a gentle caress against his heart.

Her voice was tender as she confided, “It stings a little.”

Waylen’s heart softened. His touch sought solace upon her head, his soothing words an embrace.