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.”

no reason to doubt

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

day, but I

Waylen’s heart did a

“You’re with her every day, and

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

black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint red

He looked incredibly handsome.

“When do

held his glass, a bittersweet smile playing on

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

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

busy schedule had always

gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted

poured a glass

of them continued to chat

ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate,

have a

you want to visit his grave,

her head and gazed out of the

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

Mark nodded.

son, Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours of

along some gifts he’d purchased for

nearly noon by the time Waylen

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 formidable rival in matters of the

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

long, Danna hastily took her

away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to

rather frightened

Waylen

Danna in such a way. It was

no rush to get to

onto his lap

by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

is set to

Waylen grinned.

and still into racing. I

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

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

halted Rena’s words with a tender gesture,

I want to be

children with the best life possible was of paramount

had been to become a Lawyer, but

he had grown content with his work in

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

the luxurious villa, she was greeted by a smiling

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

the moment she

they ascended to the second floor, the servant knocked on the study door and

voice emanated softly

in,” she

opened, revealing the

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 and alluring

in such a light.

Rena, the latter lifted

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

a seat across from Rena but

servant and instructed, “Prepare

Ruth sipped her coffee, she still

a favor to

initially worked for Aline, but Aline had a strong

Ruth couldn’t

quite adept at flattery. She has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the last event, I nearly found myself

to those influential figures

an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to engage in such

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

extended her slender finger and traced

of snow

by

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

didn’t

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

request,

to say too much, She just asked softly, “Are you willing to help

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

Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment industry, were destined to face consequences sooner

a while

car approaching the yard heralded

long, Alexis and Leonel scampered

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

gentle kiss on his

reached over to inspect Marcus’s

yourself again! She looked expectantly at

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 need to be gentle with

give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

get

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

a faint

diaper change was complete, Marcus was carried over

is hungry,” Alexis

inside out, responded without

taken on the role of a mother to Marcus, treating him as her little one

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

Alexis to read

and familial beauty, and it left

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

crossed paths with Aline at a

beside Aline but refrained from

was a

applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all

you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a

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

a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do.

leaned against the wall, producing a long,