A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

As the weekend approached, the clock struck nine, signaling the impending close of their shared hours.

Rain cascaded from the heavens, a torrential dance upon the world outside.

Rena’s gaze lingered on the drenched scene beyond the window, her voice a mere whisper, laden with curiosity and Longing.

“It’s autumn.

Why is it still raining so heavily?”

In an instant, the sky responded, a bolt of lightning rending the darkness asunder.

Startled, Rena sought refuge in Waylen’s protective embrace.

He had taken a shower and now, his visage exuded a newfound vitality, and his essence imbued with a masculine allure.

The bathrobe dr@ped around his form was a testament to his casual confidence, its simple elegance only serving to amplify his presence.

Rena, ensconced against his chest, felt the rhythm of his heart, each beat a testament to the emotions that intertwined them.

shyness dr@ped over Rena, her cheeks suffused with

husky timbre rich with emotion, broke the silence, encircling her

their warmth a balm against the uncertainties that lingered in the

because I simply can’t bear

a woman of twenty, carried with her the weight of apprehension when it came to spending the night with

ground, unwavering in her

in a protective embrace, led them to the balcony that stood before

leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he playfully

mirth, and the sight of her delicate blush only deepened his

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an exceptional tenderness, not that desire

aware he would soon

yearned

he retrieved his phone,

Rena’s watchful gaze, he conveyed his message with

“Mr.

Gordon, this is Waylen.