A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

After all, she was only 20 years old in this dream.

Waylen took a deliberate drag from the cigarette, the ember casting a fleeting glow in the dark.

With the half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, he extinguished it with a purposeful tap.

“Do you Like me?” He inquired, his gaze now directed downward.

Rena clung to her silence, steadfastly refusing to voice her feelings.

How could she dare to speak such vulnerable words?

Waylen respected her decision, his arms cocooning her within their reassuring embrace.

ki*ses rained down upon her, a symphony of affection that seemed to bridge their worlds.

A gentle pat on her backside signaled their impending departure.

“Go back now.

Mr.

Gordon might be worried.

”

agreement, her heart fluttering with a mixture of reluctance and

touch, Waylen straightened her dress, his words tinged

his earnest plea painting

darted

hummed in solitude, Waylen’s gaze remained

own impatience gnawed at

with a yearning to bridge

swiftly between them, yet his task remained

suffer for Rena in this dream so that he could

to finding the opportunity

made him

Waylen’s hand, the tip igniting

inhaled deeply, thoughts swirling as he mulled over their complex

caught sight

the darkness, two familiar

features as he caught

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