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.

crimson stained Rena’s cheeks, her yearning for

her rest was fragmented,

remained absent, his

was Claribel who graced her presence

“Mr.

perpetually engrossed in

refrain from harboring excessive concerns,” Claribel offered in a

acknowledging Claribel’s words,

found herself unable to find solace within the confines

prepare an ample breakfast, fueled by her desire to

face lit up with delight as she witnessed

an elaborate breakfast to further contribute

to her room, intending to collect Waylen’s garments and

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

his usual attire, carefully packing them into a

taxi, she headed towards

called Jazlyn upon

office, discreetly covered her phone and informed

breakfast and a set of clothes

them at the

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