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A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1425
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However, when he unlocked the apartment door, he was met with a waft of enticing aromas.

The entire house was filled with the fragrance of cooking.

In the kitchen, Rena bustled about, clad in an oversized T-shirt and a delicate Light pink apron.

She appeared every bit like a wife.

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This sight alleviated Waylen’s troubled heart somewhat. Drawing her into an embrace from behind, he whispered, “I didn’t come home last night. Why didn’t you call me? It’s not good to indulge a man like this. Rena, as Mrs. Fowler-to-be, your first lesson should be Learning to rein me in… Agreed?”

Rena blushed, responding, “Who’s going to plead for that kind of control?”

Waylen’s Lips found the delicate curve of her neck, his words muffled.

“I am.”

With Lingering thoughts on his mind, their passion ignited.

While Rena was still inexperienced, she willingly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, cooperating as he guided her Afterward, a sense of fulfillment settled over him. In a hushed tone, he said, “I’ll drive you to school later.”

Rena offered a soft refusal. “I can take a bus or a taxi.”

Waylen’s eyes darkened. Playfully patting her bottom, he questioned, “Do you feel sorry for me?”

Rena refrained from confessing but didn’t deny it either.

As she continued to cook, Waylen disappeared into the bathroom, appearing shortly after, freshly shaven in front of the mirror. His beard had been meticulously removed.

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In the reflection, his countenance remained as handsome as ever. Suddenly, his hand stalled.

He realized he had been overlooking a critical issue. If he didn’t endure hardship for Rena, he might remain trapped in this dream, unable to return to reality.

His palms turned clammy.

His grip slipped, and the razor grazed his chin, a thin line of blood emerging.

Exiting the bathroom, Waylen seemed his usual self.

He exchanged his appearance for a dark blue shirt and iron gray suit trousers.

In this ensemble, he exuded maturity and handsomeness.

Rena couldn’t help but steal glances at him.