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.”

Rena had no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well

listened to her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing. He couldn’t resist saying something

been a day, but I already miss

too.” Waylen’s heart did

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

the phone, grinning. He joined

his coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

held his glass, a bittersweet smile

postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she used to

always made him unable to address his

his glass. Waylen was

poured a glass

two of them continued to

the night, Waylen found himself in Rena‘s 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

least have a few

his grave, I’ll go

head and gazed out of the window

hushed voice, she murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark, I won’t be visiting his

Mark nodded.

a dutiful son, Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the

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

by

sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s most formidable

help but steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed somewhat apprehensive in his

hastily

away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to be

rather frightened

Waylen an

way.

showed no rush to get

settled Rena onto his lap and inquired

by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

to us. Zack is set

Waylen grinned.

racing. I reckon Danna’s been

you

of this, Rena continued seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer to be a lawyer. After

Rena’s words with a tender gesture, He

want

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

Rena, Waylen’s dream had been to become a

content with his work in the

so Rena

the luxurious villa, she was

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

shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious villa once

the servant knocked on the study door

voice emanated

in,” she

door opened, revealing the

sofas sat beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth

there, wearing a floral dress,

a mature

couldn’t help but think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare to entertain any

up Rena, the latter lifted her head

Please, have a seat,” Rena

a seat across from Rena but felt

the servant and instructed, “Prepare a

sipped her coffee, she

a favor to ask of

but Aline had a strong dislike for her and

a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself any

is 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

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

Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to engage

the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a

her slender finger and traced a delicate path on the

bit of snow this year,”

was a bit puzzled by Rena’s

softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s

didn’t

for next

request, Ruth nodded

too much, She just

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

expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in

a

the yard heralded

and Leonel

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

a gentle kiss on

reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed,

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

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 know. You need to be

proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson

you get it?”

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

shifted his gaze towards Alexis and, with a faint blush,

was carried over

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis informed

out, responded without missing

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

pages. Alexis, however, wished

Alexis to read alongside

and familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling deeply

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,

later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline at

had 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

was a

coat of Lipstick, all the

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

and splashed cold water on her face, attempting to

had regained some semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider

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