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 cheeks suffused

with emotion, broke the silence,

balm against the uncertainties that lingered in the

simply can’t bear to see

with her the weight of apprehension when it came to spending the night with

ground, unwavering in her determination to wait out the

led them to the balcony that stood before the expanse of the French

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

words bore a hint of mirth, and the sight of her delicate

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an exceptional tenderness, not that desire was

he

he yearned to

her close, he retrieved his phone,

watchful gaze, he conveyed his

“Mr.

Gordon, this is Waylen.