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.

of shyness dr@ped over Rena, her

rich with emotion, broke the

enveloped her, their warmth a balm against the

simply can’t bear to see you leave,“

of apprehension when it came to spending the night

her ground, unwavering in her determination to wait out the

her in a protective embrace, led them to the balcony that stood before the expanse of the French

his lips brushing against her ear as he playfully whispered, “Do you have so Little

and the sight of her delicate blush only deepened

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desire was absent, but a

was aware he would soon

this dream, he yearned to shield her

he retrieved his phone, fingertips dialing

connection was swift, and under Rena’s watchful gaze, he conveyed

“Mr.

Gordon, this is Waylen.