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

Waylen’s lips as he ignited the engine,

Harold persisted

the bustling rush hour traffic, the

when they came to a halt at a red light, Waylen

Suitcase is

you need?” Waylen

aren’t any indoor slippers for

to

”

nod, his agreement conveyed in the slight movement of

down the car window, allowing

the open window, he purposefully positioned himself

vehicles, it took Waylen and Rena a painstaking half hour

unfastened his seat belt and turned to face Rena, his voice laced with consideration, “Across the street, there’s a grocery store where you

head to the pharmacy opposite to

”

words hung in the air, he retrieved a card from his wallet and disclosed the PIN

point forward, all household expenses should