A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Darren’s overall condition was satisfactory despite his complexion appearing slightly darker and that he seemed to have lost a bit of weight.

A wave of relief washed over Rena, soothing her troubled mind.

After that day, Rena continued to immerse herself in her bustling life.

Throughout the daytime, she devoted herself to her work at the music studio, while in the evenings, she divided her time between playing the piano at the restaurant and tutoring some students. Exhaustion had become her constant companion, yet the additional income made it all worthwhile.

As the days trickled away, a week had passed and, during this time, Rena had not encountered Waylen. However, through the entertainment section of the newspaper, she managed to glean some information about his whereabouts, learning that he had embarked on a journey to Heron.

During his time in Heron, he had attended a grand event for the elite, elegantly adorned in a black velvet suit, a pristine white shirt and a stylish black bow tie.

Mesmerizing and refined, Waylen stood out amidst the bustling crowd in the photograph.

Beside him, a stunning woman graced his presence. Waylen had his arm casually draped around her waist. They looked like a couple.

Rena’s discerning eyes quickly recognized the woman as an esteemed An lister, renowned for her exceptional acting prowess.

In the photograph, she leaned against Waylen, her countenance radiating a palpable ambition to secure her position within the esteemed Fowler family through marriage.

With gentle grace, Rena carefully set aside the newspaper, allowing its pages to settle quietly.

Thankfully, Rena did not harbor any illusions of Waylen treating her with particular significance.

It was ordinary for a man of his wealth and influence to attract numerous admirers of the fairer ***.

Two days later, Rena was engaged in her part-time stint at the restaurant as usual.

Unexpectedly that night, Waylen made an appearance.

Clad in a dashing dark blue shirt, complemented by charcoal suit pants and a sleek black trench coat, he exuded an air of maturity and undeniable handsomeness.

He arrived unaccompanied, occupying a seat and ordering some food, yet barely touching his meal. Leaning back against the chair, he leisurely absorbed the enchanting melodies produced by Rena’s skillful fingers dancing across the piano keys.

Perplexed by his sudden visit, Rena had no choice but to feign indifference and carry on with her performance, purposefully ignoring his presence.

As the clock struck ten, signaling the end of the bustling evening at the restaurant, the doors closed and a sense of tranquility descended upon the establishment.

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Rena, on the verge of completing her shift, prepared to bid farewell to her workplace.

As she made her way towards the exit, she couldn’t help but notice the absence of Waylen from his usual seat.

A mixture of relief and self-reflection washed over Rena. She realized her own narrow—mindedness and acknowledged the need to express her gratitude to him for his care during her time in the hospital.

Stepping out of the restaurant, Rena found herself confronted by a resplendent sight: a golden Bentley Continental GT parked right before her. The window gracefully descended, revealing Waylen behind the wheel.

“Get in the car,” he uttered succinctly.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Rena acquiesced and opened the door, mindful of the unnecessary attention his fancy car would attract.