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.”

and Rena had no reason to doubt him, She

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

a day, but I

too.” Waylen’s heart did a little

say more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now you can’t stand one day without

the phone, grinning. He joined Mark for

black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint red

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

glass, a bittersweet smile playing on

his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully,

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

schedule had always made him unable

his glass. Waylen was delighted

glass

them continued to

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

a few

want to visit his grave, I’ll

out of the

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

Mark nodded.

spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s

asked him to take along some gifts he’d purchased for

nearly noon by

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

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

Danna hastily

sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and

rather

Waylen an

way.

to

he settled Rena onto his lap and inquired

come by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

us. Zack is set to participate in an Fl car

Waylen grinned.

nearly 3@ and still into racing. I reckon Danna’s been spoiling

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

prefer

a tender

want

children with the best life possible was of paramount

he had met Rena, Waylen’s dream had been to become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered around Rena and their

content with his

was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she

over and, upon arriving at the luxurious

on the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a

shifted the moment she

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

voice emanated softly from

in,” she

revealing the

dark green leather sofas sat beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth feel as if it were

wearing a floral dress, her long brown

a mature

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

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

make it. Please, have a seat,” Rena

seat across from Rena but

instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee for Miss

sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t shake her

favor to ask of

Aline had a strong dislike for

deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the

Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as

company, Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was no longer

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

extended her slender finger and traced a delicate path on the

quite a bit of snow this year,” she

was a bit puzzled by

a tranquil composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even

didn’t elaborate

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

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth

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

seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear.

Ruth hadn’t expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline,

lingered a

the yard heralded the arrival

long, Alexis and Leonel

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

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

reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and

Marcus, you’ve wet yourself

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

proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson

get it?” he

beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you

towards Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned his attention back

was carried over to Rena

hungry,”

Alexis inside out, responded without missing a

a mother to Marcus, treating him as her little one

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

Alexis to read

was one of quiet and familial beauty,

for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena had made this choice herself. Rena had wealth, ample free time, and a husband who loved her

paths with

beside Aline but

was a

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

betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make

and splashed cold water on her face, attempting

voice, “But

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