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.

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

yet her rest was fragmented, disrupted by numerous

remained absent, his

was Claribel who graced her presence in

“Mr.

perpetually engrossed in his

concerns,” Claribel offered in a consoling

Claribel’s words, her worries momentarily

unable to find solace within the

ample breakfast, fueled by her

she witnessed

prepared an elaborate breakfast to further contribute

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

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

a set of his usual attire, carefully

a taxi, she headed towards the Sterling

Jazlyn upon her arrival, explaining her

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

a set of clothes

at the front desk

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