A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

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Her head nestled against his shoulder, her fingers pressing against his hand.

“Don’t touch me,” she implored, her voice tinged with fragile resolve. Though her emotions ran deep, Rena’s clarity remained. They were new to each other, a connection blossoming amidst the delicate petals of affection. To her, their shared embraces and kisses held a world of their own, needing no further exploration.

A fragile sigh escaped her Lips, the delicate notes tinged with sorrow Tears welled in her eyes, emotions brimming to the surface.

Waylen’s own turmoil subsided, sanity reclaiming its throne.

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He was being irrational.

In his heart, Rena was his wife and they had had countless intimate encounters. But he realized the chasm between them, a gap only time could bridge. To the 20-year-old Rena in front of him, he was an enigma, yet still a stranger in some ways.

His gaze Lingered on the girl nestled against him, her dress a cascade of fabric revealing both vulnerability and allure.

In this poignant moment, Waylen’s heart softened.

With deliberate care, he restored her attire, button by button, a gesture Laden with tenderness.

His lips brushed against her skin, a whisper against her face. “Please don’t cry,” he entreated, his words a balm to her emotions.

“I won’t overstep.”

Rena longed to distance herself, but Waylen’s grasp held her firm. His actions were both protective and possessive, a dichotomy she struggled to navigate.

With a fluid grace, he retrieved a cigarette, a veil of smoke curling around his fingers.

“I don’t want to be exposed to second-hand smoke,” said Rena in disgust.

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Her distaste was palpable, her boldness manifesting as she took the cigarette from his lips. But handling it proved an amusing challenge She looked adorable.

Waylen’s Laughter resonated, a melody of amusement. Reclaiming the cigarette, he leaned in once more, the smoke a wisp of connection between them.

“Only half,” he promised, a vow entwined with fragrant tendrils of tobacco.

Silence settled like a comforting blanket, Rena nestled in Waylen’s embrace.

His warmth permeated her senses through his shirt, a fusion of intimacy and familiarity.

The faint aroma of tobacco lingered, a reminder of their shared moments.

Waylen rolled down half of the window.

His fingers danced along Rena’s hair, a tender touch against the canvas of night. He loved her, but this affection was a little different from that for Rena in reality.

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