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

heart

day, but

Waylen’s heart did a little

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

He joined Mark

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

held his glass, a bittersweet smile playing on

postponing his promise to

wasn’t as forward as she used to

for Mark, his busy schedule had always made him unable to address his personal

Mark whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen was

poured a glass of wine for

of them continued

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

at least have a

visit his grave, I’ll go with

shook her 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 nodded.

in

along some gifts he’d purchased for

noon by

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

had

Danna hastily

Waylen unbuttoned

appeared rather

shot Waylen an

at Danna in such a way. It was

to get to the

he settled Rena onto his lap and

by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

to us. Zack is set to participate in an Fl

Waylen grinned.

racing. I

spoil you too. When you lost your memory,

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

with a tender gesture,

want

wife and children with the best life possible was

to become a Lawyer,

had grown content with his work in the

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

upon arriving at the luxurious villa, she was greeted by a smiling

and have a

shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious villa

knocked on the study door and announced,

voice emanated softly

her in,” she

opened, revealing the elegantly

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

wearing a floral dress, her long

a mature and

Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this

she was sizing up Rena, the latter lifted

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

from

turned to the servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup

coffee, she still couldn’t

had a favor to ask of

Aline had a strong dislike for her and

breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself

at flattery. She has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult

as Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she might

be an upstanding person

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

her slender finger and traced a

quite a bit of snow this year,” she

bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention of the

softer tone, “Even though

didn’t elaborate

smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard

request,

to say too much, She just asked softly,

firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered

and Ruth hadn’t expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in

a while

approaching the yard heralded

Alexis and Leonel scampered

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

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

frowned. He reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed, “He’s wet

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

bottom with a damp tissue. While attending to these tasks, he

proceeded to give Alexis a

get it?”

her chin with her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help

gaze towards Alexis and, with a faint blush,

change was complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena by Alexis

hungry,”

Alexis inside out,

of a mother to Marcus, treating him as her little one during their make-believe games. Rena calmly prepared a

quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join

Alexis to

one of quiet and familial beauty,

a young age, was left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena

crossed paths with Aline at

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

a miserable

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

know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But you decided to rely on

the tap and splashed cold water

hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is not a

against the wall, producing a