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.

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

emotion, broke

enveloped her, their warmth a balm against the

can’t bear to see you leave,“ he

carried with her the weight of apprehension

her determination to wait out

them to the balcony that stood

his lips brushing against her ear as he playfully whispered,

words bore a hint of mirth, and the

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an exceptional tenderness, not that desire was absent, but a reluctance

he

he yearned to shield her

close, he retrieved his

gaze, he conveyed his message with

“Mr.

Gordon, this is Waylen.