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.

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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.

surge of crimson stained Rena’s cheeks, her yearning for

yet her rest was fragmented, disrupted by numerous awakenings throughout the

remained absent, his return indefinitely

graced her presence in

“Mr.

engrossed in his

from harboring excessive concerns,” Claribel offered in a

acknowledging Claribel’s words, her worries

herself unable to find solace within

she implored Claribel to prepare an ample breakfast, fueled by her desire to

as she witnessed the thriving

the opportunity, she prepared an elaborate breakfast to

intending to collect Waylen’s garments and deliver them to the law

crept up her cheeks as an inexplicable embarrassment washed over her while she contemplated taking the clothes

a set of his usual attire, carefully packing them into a

headed towards the Sterling

to disturb Waylen, Rena called Jazlyn upon her arrival, explaining

already present in Waylen’s office, discreetly covered her phone and informed

and a set of

at

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