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

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

been a day,

Waylen’s heart did a little

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

hung up the phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a drink and

revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a

He looked incredibly handsome.

wine had loosened Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When do you plan to give Cecilia and

glass, a bittersweet smile playing

promise to Cecilia. Thankfully,

women’s innate reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as

had always

next year,” Mark whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted to hear

a glass of wine for

of them continued

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

at least have a

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

shook her head and gazed out

through with it. It

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

asked him to take along some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia and

nearly noon by the time Waylen

his arrival, he found an unexpected guest in the house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s most

help but steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and

Danna hastily

sports car drive away, Waylen

appeared rather

shot Waylen an

way. It was no wonder she felt a little

no rush to get to the

he settled Rena onto his

come by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

to us. Zack is set

Waylen grinned.

racing. I reckon Danna’s been

you too.

you prefer

words with a

than anything, I want to

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

a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered around

with his work

weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors.

luxurious villa, she was greeted

Fowler is in the study on the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth nodded in acknowledgment and

moment she

floor, the servant knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs.

emanated softly from

in,” she

door opened, revealing the

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

exuded a mature and alluring

when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare to entertain any inappropriate

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

make it. Please,

across from Rena but felt

“Prepare a cup of coffee for

her coffee, she

a favor to ask of

but Aline had a strong dislike for her and frequently

Ruth couldn’t contain

favor with several prominent individuals, and she

as Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures

aspired to be an upstanding person and was

Ruth’s words, Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the

and traced a delicate path on the frosted

a bit of

a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden

masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me

Rena didn’t

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

request, Ruth nodded in

want to say too much, She just

and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely taken aback by the audacity

move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice

lingered a while

sound of a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of

long, Alexis and

dashed into the baby’s room and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold little

gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted to cradle

He reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper

Marcus, you’ve wet yourself

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

proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson

you get it?”

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

towards Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned his

change was complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena

is hungry,”

knew Alexis inside out, responded

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

Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel gently

to read

scene was one of quiet and familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling

she 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,

crossed paths with Aline at

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

a miserable

coat

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

cold

“But

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