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.”

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

Waylen’s heart swelled

a day, but I already

too.” Waylen’s heart did

interrupted, “You’re with her

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

his coat, revealing a black turtleneck,

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

held his glass, a bittersweet smile

promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger

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

busy schedule had always made him unable to address

gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted to hear

poured a glass

two of them continued to chat

overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon himself to whip up a

have a few bites,”

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

and gazed out of the window at the brilliant

he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark, I won’t be visiting his

Mark nodded.

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

along some

was nearly noon by the time Waylen returned

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

at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed somewhat apprehensive in his

Danna hastily took

car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to

rather

shot Waylen an amused

in such a way. It

rush to get to

settled Rena onto his lap and

Danna come by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

Zack is set to participate in an

Waylen grinned.

and still into racing. I reckon Danna’s

gently stroked Waylen’s handsome face and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t

know you prefer to be a lawyer. After I give birth to

halted Rena’s words with a tender

want

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

been to become a Lawyer, but now,

he had grown content with

headed to the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for

at the luxurious villa, she

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

the moment she entered the Luxurious villa

on the study door and announced, “Mrs. Fowler, Miss Powell is

emanated softly

in,” she

opened, revealing the elegantly

French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth feel as if it

wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down her

exuded a mature and

think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t

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

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

seat across from Rena but felt somewhat

and instructed, “Prepare a cup of

sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t shake

had a favor

for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for

breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself

managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for

to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline

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

a moment. Outside, the

slender finger and traced a delicate path on the

bit of

a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention of the

tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason

didn’t

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 are young and handsome. I believe Miss Hanson

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth nodded

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

firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in

appeared so fragile, and Ruth hadn’t expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like

a

a car approaching the yard heralded

Alexis and

and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his

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

to inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed, “He’s

“Oh, Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again! She looked

and replacing them with fresh ones, In the midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue.

to give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

you get it?” he

her chin with her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help me, don’t

towards Alexis and, with a faint blush,

change was complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena

is hungry,”

out, responded without missing

as her little one during their make-believe games. Rena calmly prepared a bottle of milk and fed

engrossed in his book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel gently

to

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

was left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena had made this

later, Ruth crossed paths

the portly man beside Aline

a miserable

before the mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while

me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But you

tap and splashed cold water on her face,

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

leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette. Her