A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

Chapter 83

The question lingered unspoken as he swiftly made his way to his car, determined to catch up with Waylen’s vehicle.

Gently gripping the steering wheel, Waylen cast a quick glance at the rearview mirror, his eyes locking onto Harold’s car trailing behind him.

A mischievous chuckle escaped his lips, for he had no intention of shaking off Harold.

In stead, he purposefully drove at a leisurely pace, ensuring that Harold could easily keep up with him.

After half an hour had passed, Waylen halted to collect Rena, who seemed to have encountered Darren prior to their meeting.

Her eyes betrayed a hint of redness as she settled into the car.

Waylen, not typically known for his consideration, especially when it came to women, couldn’t help but inquire with gentle concern, “You’ve already seen your father.

He’s fine, right? So why the tears?”

“I didn’t cry,” Rena hurriedly interyected, attempting to conceal her emotional turmoil.

Waylen chuckled softly, his voice a mere whisper, “Or could it be that you shed tears in anticipation of the hardship will subject you to? Fear not, for I have yet to make any moves.

Why, then, have you wept?”

averted her gaze, unable to

lips as he ignited the engine, stealing another glance

behold, Harold persisted in his

bustling rush hour traffic, the road became plagued

to a halt at a red

Suitcase is very

you need?” Waylen suddenly

aren’t any indoor slippers for women at your

to

”

a subtle nod, his agreement conveyed in the slight

window, allowing a swirl of smoke to escape as he

elbow against the open window, he purposefully positioned himself so that

vehicles, it took Waylen and Rena a painstaking half hour to finally

a stop, Waylen unfastened his seat belt and turned to face Rena, his voice laced with consideration, “Across

head to the pharmacy

”

air, he retrieved a card from his wallet and

forward, all household expenses should be taken care of with