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.

dr@ped over Rena, her cheeks suffused with a rosy

emotion, broke the silence, encircling her like a

enveloped her, their warmth a balm

it’s because I simply can’t bear to see you leave,“

the weight of apprehension when it

held her ground, unwavering in her determination to wait

wrapped around her in a protective embrace, led them to the balcony that

her ear as he playfully whispered, “Do you have so Little faith

and the sight of her delicate blush

Join &

desire was

he would

he yearned

retrieved his phone,

watchful gaze, he conveyed his message with

“Mr.

Gordon, this is Waylen.