A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

Upon returning home, Waylen was still in a depressed mood, a silent weight that pressed upon his thoughts.

Seeking solace, he retreated to the study, the somber ambiance of the room a mirror to his feelings.

Lost in a labyrinth of thoughts, he found himself immersed in the rhythm of a slow exhale, the tendrils of smoke dancing in the air.

Knowing that he was in a bad mood, Rena specially made his favorite food and brought it to him,

Her soft touch removed the cigarette from his lips, and Waylen’s gaze, heavy with unspoken emotion, met hers.

In the quiet of the room, he said in a voice as hushed as a whispered promise, “I’m afraid Jarrod saw the threads of fate before weaving this tapestry.

”

Rena’s own heart ached in empathy, her gaze a mirror to his pain.

Approaching him, she enveloped him in her embrace, her arms a sanctuary against the world’s troubles.

In this moment, vulnerability found its place between them, the fortress of his strength momentarily crumbled in the presence of his beloved.

“Waylen.

”*

voice was a soothing

believe there might have been knots in Jarrod’s

he was trapped by an emotional

”

glistened in Rena’s eyes, glimmers of empathy in

she continued, “In his youth, he might have loved

”

a gesture of solace, his touch a silent affirmation of

fingers cradled his face, their lips met in a tender ki*s, a fusion

our purpose is to weave a

”

voice was a soft murmur, a gentle admission, “In the past, I might not have fully appreciated your capacity to mend hearts with your

”

touched his neck with tender affection,

“Please eat.

had

your legs? Do they

Waylen shook his head.

Rena, attuned to his needs, saw through

&

wanted to