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?”

her gaze, unable

danced across Waylen’s lips as he ignited the engine, stealing another glance at the

and behold, Harold persisted in

hour traffic, the road became plagued with a

to a halt at a red light, Waylen

Suitcase is very

you brought everything you

moment before replying, “There aren’t any indoor slippers for women

intend to

”

subtle nod, his agreement conveyed in the slight

the car window, allowing a swirl of smoke to escape as

against the open window, he purposefully positioned himself

sluggish crawl of the surrounding vehicles, it took Waylen and Rena a painstaking half hour to finally arrive at their

laced with consideration, “Across the street,

pharmacy opposite to

”

the air, he retrieved a card from his

should be