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.”

on a business trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well and implored him to

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

only been a day,

too.” Waylen’s heart did

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

phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

asked casually, “When do

held his glass, a bittersweet

his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no longer lurked

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she

had always made him unable to address his

glass. Waylen was delighted to hear Mark’s resolute

glass of wine for

them continued

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

at least have a few bites,” Mark

grave, I’ll go with

and gazed out of the window at the

this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some

Mark nodded.

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

to take along some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia

noon by

than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s

She had an unassuming air about

long, Danna hastily

sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to be

appeared rather frightened

Waylen an amused

way. It was no wonder she felt

no rush to get to

onto his lap

come by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

race to us. Zack is set to participate in an Fl car

Waylen grinned.

and still into racing. I

jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop you from being

I know you prefer

Rena’s words with a tender

anything, I want

with the best life possible was

dream had been to become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream

had grown content with his work in the

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

arriving at the luxurious villa, she was greeted

the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with her,”

she entered the Luxurious villa once

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

voice emanated

her in,”

opened, revealing

dark green leather sofas sat beside a French window, evoking an air of

there, wearing a floral dress, her

a mature and alluring

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

sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her

make it. Please, have a seat,” Rena

seat across from Rena but felt somewhat

and instructed, “Prepare

she still couldn’t

a favor

initially worked for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for her

Ruth couldn’t contain herself any

and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the last event, I nearly found myself in an embarrassing

up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she might have been able

upstanding person and was

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

slender finger and traced a

bit of snow this

was a bit puzzled by Rena’s

eyes held a tranquil composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason you

didn’t elaborate

“These are tickets for next week’s Fl race,

request, Ruth

She just asked softly, “Are you

Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely taken aback by the

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

lingered a

of a car approaching the yard

and

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

a gentle kiss

reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper

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

soiled pants and replacing them 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.

then proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

you get it?”

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

Alexis and, with a faint blush,

the diaper change was complete, Marcus was carried over to

hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

out, responded without missing

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

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

Alexis to read alongside

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

for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena had made this choice herself. Rena had wealth, ample free

paths

agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his

a

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

facing quite the hardship after betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished

splashed cold

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

as she leaned against the wall, producing