A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

She looked up at him, seeking answers, “Waylen?”

He tenderly touched her delicate face, his voice raspy with emotion.

“I just want to ask you something.

”

His words were followed by an unexpected gesture; using his tie, he bound her wrist gently.

Then, with a swift motion, he guided her to the soft sofa.

Determined, Rena struggled to rise, kneeling on the sofa as she scolded angrily, “Waylen, is this how you plan to ask me?”

Kneeling before her, Waylen softly caressed her face and offered a gentle smile.

In a graceful manner, Waylen rose from his seat and glided over to the wine cabinet.

His slender fingers delicately caressed the bottles before selecting two exquisite vintages of red wine.

Such libations had the power to induce a gentle intoxication, striking a perfect balance that wouldn’t lead to excessive inebriation — an ideal choice, especially for women.

by a belt that cinched his lean waist, Waylen’s tall, well-proportioned frame exuded an undeniable

an air of poise as he gracefully poured the crimson Liquid

and, in a moment of vulnerability, she confessed, ““Waylen, whatever you wish to know, I will

”

of the goblet, he declared, “I desire

”

the glass, he revealed a captivating sight as his Adam’s apple bobbed,

him, her enticing lips parting slightly as she murmured in a

.

”

her lips in a ki*s, exploring her mouth passionately as he sought to entice her with

pulling

persisted, his

left its mark on her flawless skin, staining it with a

&

silken shirt clung to her voluptuous

her lips, he urged, “Have

I shall inquire further.

”