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.”

on a business trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt him, She

soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with

a day, but I already

too.” Waylen’s heart did a little

to say more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day,

the phone, grinning. He joined

he removed his coat, revealing a black turtleneck,

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

bittersweet

promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no

Cecilia wasn’t as

for Mark, his busy schedule had always

his glass. Waylen was delighted to hear

a glass of wine for

two of them continued to

into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon himself to

a few bites,” Mark

want to visit his grave, I’ll go with you,” he

shook her head and gazed out of

murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace.

Mark nodded.

the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours of the morning, Waylen prepared to

some gifts he’d purchased for

nearly noon by the

the house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened

Danna. She had an unassuming air

Danna hastily took

away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended

rather

Waylen

such a way. It was no wonder she felt a little

to

Rena onto his lap and inquired

Danna come by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

to us. Zack is

Waylen grinned.

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

you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop you from

prefer to be a

with a tender gesture, He spoke

I want to

man, providing his wife and children with the best life possible was

Rena, Waylen’s dream had been to become a Lawyer,

had grown content with his work in the

was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for Ruth to come

over and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa, she was greeted by

the study on the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with her,” the servant

moment she

they ascended to the second floor, the servant knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs. Fowler, Miss Powell is

voice emanated softly

her in,”

opened, revealing the elegantly

leather sofas sat beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the

seated there, wearing a floral dress, her long brown

a mature and

when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth

up Rena, the latter lifted her head and offered a warm

make it. Please, have a

took a seat across from Rena but felt

“Prepare a cup

sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t shake her

had a favor to ask

had a strong dislike

taking a deep breath, Ruth

She has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During

was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted,

to be an upstanding person and was no

Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene, wintry blanket over

slender finger and traced a delicate

a bit of

puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention of

thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason you

Rena didn’t elaborate

are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers are young and

request, Ruth nodded in

didn’t want to say too much, She just asked softly, “Are you willing to

whispered confidentially in

that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment industry, were destined

lingered a while

sound of a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival

and

gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold little hand and said, “Marcus, it’s time to wake

let out a cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss

He reached over to inspect Marcus’s

Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again! She looked

over, removing his soiled pants and replacing them with fresh ones, In the midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue. While attending to these tasks, he whispered to Alexis, “Marcus isn’t a doll, you know. You

then proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on

you get it?”

tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help

his gaze towards Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned his attention

was carried

hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

who knew Alexis inside out,

of a mother to Marcus, treating him as her little one during their make-believe games. Rena calmly prepared

quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel gently tugged her

urged Alexis to read alongside

one of quiet and familial beauty,

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 made this choice herself. Rena had wealth, ample free time, and a husband who loved her

days later, Ruth crossed paths

portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his anger. He assisted Ruth in making her way to the

a miserable

before the mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat of

know, I truly wished

turned on the tap and splashed cold water

some semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me

lips curled into a seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a