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.”

to doubt him, She simply wished him well and implored him to take care of

he listened to her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with

only been a day, but I

heart

to say more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now you can’t stand

joined Mark for a

his coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s

He looked incredibly handsome.

had loosened Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When do

his glass, a bittersweet

repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully,

Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she

had always made him unable

gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted to hear Mark’s

glass

two of them

night, Waylen found himself in Rena‘s room, Meanwhile, Mark ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and

at least have a

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

her head and gazed out of

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

Mark nodded.

Being a dutiful son, Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours of the morning, Waylen prepared to

him to take along some gifts he’d purchased

was nearly noon by the

It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s most

a few extra glances at Danna. She had

hastily took her

white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his

appeared rather frightened of

shot Waylen an

had been gazing at Danna in such a way. It was no wonder she felt a

to get

he settled Rena onto his

Danna come by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

a car race to us. Zack is set to participate in an Fl car

Waylen grinned.

racing. I reckon

asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I

prefer to be a lawyer.

Rena’s words with a

than anything, I want

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

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

grown content with

Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called

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

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

mood suddenly shifted the moment she entered the

the servant knocked on the study door and

voice emanated softly from

in,”

door opened, revealing the elegantly

of dark green leather sofas sat beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth feel as if

wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down

mature

a light.

up Rena, the latter lifted her head and offered

glad you could make it. Please, have a

across from Rena

the servant and instructed, “Prepare

her coffee, she still couldn’t

had a favor

for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for her and frequently

a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

several prominent individuals, and she constantly

truth, as long as Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she

an upstanding person and was no longer inclined

the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene, wintry blanket over

her slender finger and traced a

quite a bit of

bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention of the

held 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

Rena didn’t elaborate

and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the

unspoken request, Ruth

much, She just asked softly, “Are

firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear.

her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who

a

car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of

Alexis and Leonel

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

out a cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted

inspect Marcus’s

“Oh, Marcus, you’ve wet yourself

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

proceeded to give Alexis a

get it?” he

hand, Alexis beamed and

Alexis and, with a faint

was

is hungry,” Alexis informed

who knew Alexis inside out, responded without

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

was engrossed in his book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in

Alexis to

of quiet and familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling

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

crossed paths with Aline at

swiftly had someone make sure Ruth had a bit too much to drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside

was a

coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing a wicked

the hardship after betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But you decided to rely on

turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face, attempting to

had regained some semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do.

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