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.

over Rena, her cheeks suffused with a rosy

with emotion, broke the

arms enveloped her, their warmth a balm

can’t bear to see you

with her the weight of apprehension when it came to

her ground, unwavering in her determination

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

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

the sight of

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heart held an exceptional tenderness, not that desire was absent, but

aware he would

within this dream, he yearned

his phone, fingertips

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

“Mr.

Gordon, this is Waylen.