A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love - Chapter 353

Chapter 353:

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After contemplating on it for a while, Waylen decided not to attend.

He dialed Rena’s number, and after a few rings, the call connected.

“Waylen?”

Waylen smiled faintly. He liked hearing her call him by his name.

“I won’t be attending your celebration party. I’ll go back home and watch over the kids. I’ll pick you up after the party.”

Rena instantly understood what was on his mind.

Unwilling to risk further entanglement with ladies from the entertainment circle, he avoided crossing paths with them.

So Rena didn’t force him.

She nodded and said softly, “Okay. You should stay at home and rest.

The chauffeur can drive me home.”

But Waylen insisted on picking her up himself.

“Well…” Rena smiled.

After exchanging a few more words, she hung up the phone and turned around. Wendy had brought in several new actors, all of which were young and good-looking. They were perfect for the supporting roles in the play Rena had invested in.

And they all had manners, too. The young actors respectfully greeted her in unison.

Because of tonight’s celebration banquet, Rena had donned a royal purple dress.

Emerald jewelry adorned her neck.

Her Lustrous brown hair cascaded over her waist, making her Look like a regal queen.

Standing by the French window, Rena was busy on her phone, nodded casually in response to their greeting. Despite her indifferent actions, she was captivating.

The young actors couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty.

After a while, Rena finally raised her head to look at them.

She was slightly stunned when she saw that one of them had a striking resemblance to Harold.

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Rena narrowed her eyes at him- the young actor whose face showed innocence mixed with inexperience.

Meeting her mournful gaze, the young man didn’t know what to do. “Mrs. Fowler.” He greeted again awkwardly. Even the others could tell that the way she looked at the young actor was strange.

Rena came to her senses.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered, “You look like someone I used to know.”

Wendy leaned over and whispered, “He’s one of the supporting actors in the play. His name’s Harrison Moore.”

His surname was also Moore?

Clearing his throat, Harrison summoned up the courage to ask, “Do I look Like your old friend, Mrs. Fowler?”

Rena smiled sadly. “Yes. You’re luckier than him, though.”

Harrison was young and energetic, while Harold was buried underground.

Harold was only thirty-four years old when he died, and he wasn’t even able to produce an heir for the Moore family.

After saying that, Rena stood up and walked out of the room.

The others in the room envied Harrison for having grabbed Mrs. Fowler’s attention.

They kept inquiring about Rena‘s “old friend’, so Wendy put an end to their discussion with a grave warning. “The ‘old friend’ was Mrs. Fowler’s first love. He’s dead now. Don’t mention him again in front of her.”

Mrs. Fowler’s first Love?

Looking at the closed door, Harrison pursed his lips slightly.

Rena’s celebration party was grand.

Ruth had officially signed with Rena’s company. Aline was so angry that she called and scolded Ruth severely, threatening to make her unable to work in the entertainment circle anymore.

But in Duefron, everyone knew that Rena held more power than Aline.

Ruth had already thanked Rena personally for giving her the opportunity.

But she also wanted to show her gratitude onstage. While giving her speech, she made sure to praise Rena for her kindness and generosity.

Rena remained poker-faced in the front row. She emanated a languid satisfaction that only the rich and powerful possessed, which added to her allure.

Harrison had a crush on Rena. It was infatuation at first sight.

When the party ended, Rena wanted to go home, and Wendy went to arrange a car for her.

Rena walked through the lobby of the hotel alone.

A chilly gust of wind swept through the night, making its way inside the hotel.

A young man’s voice came from behind Rena. “Mrs. Fowler?”

Rena stopped and turned around.

Harrison stood a few feet away from her, staring at her quietly.

Despite being a budding actor, he could not hide his love for Rena. It was written all over his handsome face.

He took a step towards her, and then another…

Rena didn’t move.

With a white rose in his hand, Harrison coughed nervously. “Mrs. Fowler, I think this flower would look good with your dress.”

The white rose represented innocence and purity.

Rena accepted his gift.

Eyeing the young man, Rena nodded and said softly, “Thank you. It’s really beautiful. My husband places one white rose next to my pillow every morning.”

Her outright refusal made the young man blush With tenderness, Rena smiled at him with understanding.

“You’re still young. You don’t need to apologize or feel ashamed.”

Because it wasn’t wrong to fall in Love with someone.

As long as he didn’t make mistakes or cross the line, there was nothing wrong.

With the chilly night wind blowing outside, a man’s coat was suddenly draped over Rena’s shoulders.

Startled, she raised her head and met Waylen’s burning gaze.

Waylen scolded her in a low voice, “It’s cold outside. Why didn’t you put on your coat?”

Rena smiled at him gently.

Witnessing their sweet interaction, Harrison felt even more uneasy.

Waylen turned his head to glance at the young actor. As a well-seasoned, mature man, Waylen knew at a glance what this guy’s intentions were. And he could also see that naive as Harrison was, he still Looked at his wife with longing.

Waylen nodded at him coldly and then led Rena away.

When he got into the car, he took a glance at the pure white rose in her hand.

“It was taken from the flower arrangements, wasn’t it?”

Rena sat in the car and looked up at him. “His name’s Harrison.

According to his file, he’s only twenty-four years old.”

Waylen snorted.

He got out of the car, made his way to the trunk, opened it, and came back with a whole bunch of roses.

Coincidentally, they were also white roses.

Rena blinked in surprise. Was this a present for her?

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