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.”

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

words, Waylen’s heart

day, but

heart

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

the phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a drink

coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint red from the

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

glass, a bittersweet smile

his promise to

women’s innate reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she

always made him unable to address

his glass. Waylen was delighted

glass of

of them continued to

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

a few bites,” Mark urged

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

shook her head and gazed out of the window at the brilliant

a 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.

in

along some gifts he’d

noon by the time Waylen

unexpected guest in the house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s

few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed

long, Danna hastily took

car drive away, Waylen

rather

shot Waylen

in such a way. It

to get

settled Rena onto his

by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

still into racing.

spoil you too. When

“Waylen, I know you prefer

a

I want to be

and children with the best life

a Lawyer, but now, his entire

grown content with his

to the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay

at the luxurious villa, she was greeted by a

second floor, Miss 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

ascended to the second floor, the servant knocked on

emanated softly from

her in,” she

revealing the

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

was seated there, wearing a floral dress, her long

a mature and alluring

a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare

was sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her

could make it. Please, have a

a seat across from

turned to the servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee for

coffee, she still couldn’t shake her

had a favor to ask of

worked for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike

deep breath, Ruth

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

truth, as long as Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she might have been able to avoid these

upstanding person and was no

hearing Ruth’s words, Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more,

traced a

of snow

bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention of the

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

didn’t elaborate

simply retrieved two tickets from within a nearby book and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth

too much, She just asked softly,

whispered confidentially

Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice

a

the yard heralded the arrival

Alexis and Leonel

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

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

inspect Marcus’s

Marcus, you’ve wet yourself

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.

give Alexis a mini-lesson on

get

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

a faint blush, turned his attention

was carried over to

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

knew Alexis inside out, responded

a mother to Marcus, treating him as her little one during

turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join

to read alongside

familial beauty, and it left Ruth

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

crossed paths

a bit too much to drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his anger. He assisted Ruth in making her way to the restroom.

was a miserable

a fresh coat of

seems you’re facing quite the hardship after betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become

the tap and splashed cold water on her face,

semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But

lips curled into a seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette. Her allure