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 implored him to take care

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

a day, but I already

heart did

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 a drink and

black turtleneck, Waylen*s

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

his glass, a bittersweet smile

postponing his promise to Cecilia.

wasn’t

had always made him unable

year,” Mark whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted to

poured a glass of wine for

of them continued to chat

Zoey had been overcome with grief

have a few bites,” Mark

his grave,

and gazed out of the window at

through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark,

Mark nodded.

Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s

to take along some

noon by the

arrival, he found an unexpected guest in the house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s most formidable rival in matters of

She had an unassuming air about her and

hastily

Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended

rather

shot Waylen an

Danna in such a way. It

rush to get to the

he settled Rena onto his lap

by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

to a car race to us. Zack is set to

Waylen grinned.

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

you jealous? I spoil you too.

“Waylen, I know you prefer to

Rena’s words with a

I want to be your

his wife and children with the best

Rena, Waylen’s dream had been to become a Lawyer,

had grown content with

so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for Ruth to come

drove over and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa, she was

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

suddenly shifted the moment she entered the

knocked on the

emanated softly

her in,” she

door opened, revealing

of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth feel as if

was seated there, wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down her

exuded a mature

a light. Yet, at

the latter lifted her head and offered

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

across from Rena but felt

to the servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee for

her coffee, she still couldn’t shake her

had a favor to

Aline had a strong dislike for her and frequently caused

deep breath, Ruth couldn’t

has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she

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

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

a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene, wintry blanket over the

extended her slender finger and traced a

bit of snow this year,”

puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention

a softer tone, “Even though you work for me

didn’t elaborate

nearby book 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 nodded

too much, She just asked softly,

firmly. Rena beckoned 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

sound of a car approaching the

and Leonel

awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face

cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy

frowned. He reached over to inspect Marcus’s

yourself again! She looked expectantly at

removing his 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. You need to

Alexis

you get it?”

beamed and

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

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

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis

knew Alexis inside out,

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

was engrossed in his book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel gently tugged her towards

Alexis to read alongside

one of quiet and familial beauty, and it

feel a 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

crossed paths with Aline at

bit too much to drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside

a

coat of Lipstick, all

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

cold water on her face, attempting to

in a hoarse voice, “But

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