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.

crisp white shirt and accentuated by a belt that cinched his lean waist, Waylen’s tall, well-proportioned frame exuded an undeniable allure, particularly appealing

exuding an air of poise as he gracefully poured the

of vulnerability, she confessed, ““Waylen, whatever you

”

sway of the goblet, he declared, “I desire to hear the

”

he revealed a captivating sight as his Adam’s apple

parting slightly as she

.

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in a ki*s, exploring her mouth passionately as he sought

pulling away from his

persisted, his

mark on her

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to her voluptuous figure, further enticing

her lips, he urged,

I shall inquire further.

”