A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

Chapter 112

Yearning for his presence, Rena inquired, “Won’t you return for dinner?”

“No, I won’t,” Waylen responded curtly.

On the verge of hanging up, he added, “I may only return to change my clothes during the next few days.

”

A sudden wave of guilt washed over Rena as she reflected on her extravagant spending earlier that day.

Engulfed in a whirlwind of busyness, Waylen abruptly terminated the call, leaving Rena to absorb the fleeting connection.

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Resignedly, Rena stowed away her phone, her gaze fixated upon the hanging shirt, a poignant stillness enveloping her.

The initial elation she had experienced had dissipated, replaced by a somber atmosphere.

Dinner unfolded in solitude, Rena’s solitary presence filling the space.

As she lay upon the bed, a sense of unfamiliarity washed over her.

Typically, Waylen would cradle her in his arms, engaging in tender interactions that now seemed distant.

Rena’s cheeks, her yearning for Waylen’s

succumb to slumber, yet her rest was fragmented, disrupted by numerous awakenings

his

who graced her

“Mr.

perpetually engrossed in his

refrain from harboring excessive concerns,” Claribel offered in

words, her worries momentarily

unable to find solace within the confines of their

contemplation, she implored Claribel to prepare an ample breakfast,

as she witnessed the thriving bond

prepared an elaborate breakfast to

collect Waylen’s garments and deliver them to the law office along

sudden, a blush crept up her cheeks as an inexplicable embarrassment washed over her while she contemplated taking the

of his usual attire, carefully packing them into a

taxi, she headed towards the Sterling

upon

in Waylen’s office, discreetly covered her

brought breakfast and a set

leaving them at the front

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