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.

sudden surge of crimson stained Rena’s cheeks, her yearning for Waylen’s embrace unanticipated

willpower, Rena endeavored to succumb to slumber, yet her rest was fragmented, disrupted by numerous awakenings throughout

remained absent, his return indefinitely

graced her

“Mr.

is perpetually engrossed

from harboring excessive concerns,” Claribel offered in a consoling

nodded, acknowledging Claribel’s words, her

night, Rena found herself unable to find

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

as she witnessed the thriving bond

she prepared an elaborate breakfast to

intending to collect Waylen’s garments and deliver them

crept up her cheeks as an inexplicable embarrassment washed

a set of his usual

a taxi, she headed towards

Jazlyn upon her arrival, explaining her

covered her phone and informed her boss,

a set of clothes

mentioned leaving them at

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