A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Unbeknownst to Rena, Waylen embarked on a journey to Czanch, his footsteps guided by a purpose hidden in the depths of his heart.

Rena remained in blissful ignorance, the tapestry of her own day woven with the threads of routine.

The private plane touched down gracefully at the stroke of ten, like a phantom of the skies. Waylen’s arrival at the Evans family’ residence was well-timed, shortly before noon, leaving the mansion’s butler utterly surprised by the unexpected guest, Rushing to the grand hall, he announced with urgency, “Mrs. Zoey Evans, Mr, Waylen Fowler has arrived,”

Zoey’s heart raced with curiosity.

“What brings him here today?”

Her unease was rooted in the unresolved tension between their families. Mark, her son, and Waylen’s sister Cecilia had a tangled history that led to the birth of a child. For years, Mark hadn’t given Cecilia a home, and Zoey feared Waylen’s presence might ignite a storm of anger.

The butler hesitated, and then cautiously replied, “He appears troubled.” Zoey’s concern deepened.

At that very moment, Waylen entered, his demeanor unusually deferential, which only served to bewilder Zoey further.

Without delay, he extended his arm to escort Zoey to her room, away from prying eyes. He confided with a faint smile dancing on his lips, “I have something to share with you, in private

Zoey’s playful retort didn’t mask her relief.

“Waylen, what’s with all the secrecy?”

Waylen’s enigmatic smile remained.

When they arrived at the room, he unveiled an aged photograph on the table.

As Zoey donned her reading glasses to study it, she marveled, “This is an old picture of me. How did you manage to find this?”

When she flipped the photo over, her questions dissipated, replaced by a subtle shift in her expression.

Her eyes welled with a complex mix of melancholy and longing for days long gone by.

In fading ink, the reverse side of the photograph bore a message that tugged at Zoey’s heartstrings.

“I miss my beloved Zoey.”

Tears glistened in Zoey’s eyes as she recognized the familiar handwriting.

“Waylen, I recognize this handwriting.”

Her voice quivered, but the tears remained in check.

Waylen’s voice was hushed yet filled with a gentle solemnity.

“Jarrod entrusted this to me. He said… His life’s greatest regret was not having the chance to apologize to you.”

Zoey’s fingers caressed the photograph, and a sigh escaped her lips.

“He didn’t need to do that. Waylen, how is he?

For a fleeting moment, silence hung in the air, an unspoken truth. Zoey knew something bad might have happened to Jarrod.

Placing his hand atop Zoey’s, Waylen gently broke the silence.

“Jarrod has passed away. You were the last person in his thoughts.”

The words lingered, a poignant reminder of life’s fragility.

Zoey’s shock was palpable, yet instead of tears, she gently traced the handwritten words on the photograph.

Hy beloved Zoey.

When Zoey was young, she and Jarrod had been an incredible match, Their connection was undeniable, However, fate had other plans. A bitter feud divided their families. Jarrod’s family vehemently opposed his relationship with Zoey, uttering hurtful words, Zoey, known for her fierce spirit, couldn’t tolerate such discord. She made the bold decision to marry into the Evans family just half a year later.

Jarrod, unable to bear the constraints of his family’s disapproval, chose a different path.

He ran away from home and eventually found himself drawn into the world of psychics,

The ambiance in the room was heavy with silence. Zoey sat, her emotions hidden behind a stoic facade.

No tears, no cries – but Waylen understood the storm brewing within her.

In a hushed voice, Waylen began to share snippets of Jarrod’s history and his connection to the Fowler family. Zoey responded with a nonchalant tone, “I thought he had given up on everything. Yet, in the end, he helped my granddaughter.

For hours, Zoey remained in solitude, lost in her thoughts. Waylen stood by her side, offering silent support.

As evening descended, Mark returned home. He was taken aback to learn that Waylen was in the house.

Upon hearing from a servant that Zoey was in low spirits and that Waylen was with her, Mark decided to head straight to Zoey’s bedroom,

He approached the bedroom door, giving it a gentle knock.

Concern laced his voice as he inquired.

“Mom, why have you locked the door?”

The door creaked open, revealing Waylen.

He quietly closed the door behind him and explained, “Mark, your mother needs some time alone.”

Mark felt a sense of unease wash over him.

He took a few steps away from the door but couldn’t contain his curiosity.

“What’s wrong with my mom?”

Waylen paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

“An old friend of your mother’s has passed away.”

Mark’s confusion was palpable.

He racked his brain, but the identity of this old friend remained elusive. After all, the families had once been prominent in their own right, but the past was a distant memory now.

Waylen had originally intended to return to Duefron overnight. He missed Rena and the kids.

However, Mark’s insistence kept him back.

“Zoey isn’t feeling well. Having an extra person in the house might help, and she’s very fond of you.”

Waylen consented.

Mark took it upon himself to prepare a few dishes.

The night air was chilly, and Waylen stood alone in the courtyard, dialing Rena’s number to let her know where he was.

Rena’s gentle voice greeted him when she picked up.

“Dinner is ready, Will you be back for it

Waylen, undoing a button on his coat, whispered, “You and the kids should eat first. I’m away on business, and it might be difficult for me to make it back. If you have trouble sleeping, let Alexis sleep with you. She always likes to snuggle up to you the most.”

and Rena had no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well and implored him to take care of

her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing. He couldn’t resist

a day, but

too.” Waylen’s heart did a little

was about to say more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now you can’t stand one day without

joined Mark for

coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face

He looked incredibly handsome.

and he asked casually, “When do you plan to give Cecilia and

his glass, a bittersweet smile

guilty for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no longer

due to women’s innate reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward

Mark, his busy schedule had always made him unable to address his personal

into his glass. Waylen was delighted to

glass of wine for

of them continued to chat

into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon himself to whip up a simple noodle dish

at least have a few

want to visit his grave, I’ll go

gazed out of the window at the

he chose to go through with

Mark nodded.

the sofa in Zoey’s

him to take along some gifts

nearly noon by

other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s most formidable rival in

couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had

Danna hastily

sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to be

appeared rather frightened

shot Waylen an amused

at Danna in such a way. It was no wonder she

showed no rush to get

Rena onto his

Danna come by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

is set to participate

Waylen grinned.

3@ and still into racing. I reckon Danna’s been

stroked Waylen’s handsome face and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop you from

continued seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer to be a lawyer. After

a

than anything, I want to be your

and children with the best life possible was of

become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered around Rena

with

the afternoon, Waylen headed to the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors.

luxurious villa, she was greeted by

Powell, please go and have a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth nodded in acknowledgment and was led

mood suddenly shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious

on the study door and announced,

emanated softly

in,”

opened, revealing the elegantly decorated

French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth feel as if it were all quite

floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down

mature

in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare to entertain

she was sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her head

you could make it. Please, have a seat,” Rena

took a seat across from Rena but

“Prepare a cup of coffee

she still

a favor to ask of

initially worked for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike

Ruth couldn’t contain herself any

favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for

those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she

company, Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was no

words, Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling

traced a delicate path on the

a bit of snow this year,”

was a bit puzzled by Rena’s

a tranquil composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason you can’t still keep

didn’t elaborate

a nearby book and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl

unspoken request,

She just asked softly, “Are you

beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth

such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment industry, were destined to face consequences sooner or

a

car approaching the yard heralded the

long, Alexis and Leonel scampered

She touched his face with her cold little hand and said, “Marcus, it’s

cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted to cradle

inspect Marcus’s diaper and

“Oh, Marcus, you’ve wet yourself

but gently turned Marcus over, removing his soiled pants and replacing them with fresh ones, In the midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with

then proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on

get

with her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you

Alexis and, with a faint

diaper change was complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena by Alexis

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

out, responded without

as her little one during their make-believe games. Rena

book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the

to read

familial

couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Rena, who, at such a young age, was left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena had

days later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline at

portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing

was a miserable

the mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing

me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you

cold water

a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is not a man I

she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette.