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.

”

her heart fluttering with a

touch, Waylen straightened her dress, his words tinged with

earnest plea painting a blush

the car with haste, Rena quickly darted into the embrace of

Waylen’s gaze remained Locked on

own impatience

stretched on, brimming with a yearning to bridge the chasm

sparked swiftly between them, yet his task

for Rena in this dream so

to finding the

made him

cigarette found its way into Waylen’s hand, the tip igniting with an incandescent

inhaled deeply, thoughts swirling as he mulled

on departing, Waylen’s gaze caught

materialized from the darkness, two familiar faces Locked in

as he caught side

Join &

was Harold