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 simply wished him well and

soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing.

it’s only been a day, but

Waylen’s heart did a little

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

up the phone, grinning. He joined Mark

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

glass, a bittersweet smile playing on

postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no longer

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t

schedule had always made

glass. Waylen was delighted to

poured a glass of wine

two of them continued

Zoey had been overcome

at least have a

visit his grave,

gazed out of the window

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 Zoey’s bedroom. In the

him to take along some gifts he’d purchased

was nearly noon by the time Waylen

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

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

hastily

car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to

rather frightened of

Waylen an

at Danna in such a way. It

rush to get

onto his lap

by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

to us. Zack is set to participate in

Waylen grinned.

3@ and still into racing. I

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

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

a tender gesture,

anything, I want to be

and children with the best life possible was of paramount

become a

he had grown content with his work in

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

upon arriving at the luxurious

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

she entered the

the second floor, the servant knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs. Fowler, Miss Powell is

voice emanated softly from

in,”

revealing the

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

mature and alluring

Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare to

sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her head and

Please, have

a seat across from Rena but felt somewhat

and instructed, “Prepare a cup of

coffee, she still couldn’t shake

had a favor to ask of

but Aline had

deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself any

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

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

be an upstanding person

the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a

her slender finger and traced a delicate path

had quite a bit of snow this year,”

was a bit puzzled by

composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now,

didn’t

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

request, Ruth

too much, She

Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her

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

a

sound of a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of joyous

Alexis and

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

a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted

frowned. He reached over to inspect

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

bottom with a damp tissue. While attending to these tasks, he whispered to Alexis, “Marcus isn’t a doll, you know. You

proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on

get it?”

Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have

Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned his attention

complete, Marcus was carried over

is hungry,” Alexis informed

Alexis inside out, responded without missing

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

pages. Alexis, however, wished

urged Alexis to read alongside

was one of quiet and familial

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 time,

later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline at a

make sure Ruth had a bit too much to drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline

a

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

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

the tap and splashed cold water on her

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

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