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.”

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

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

day, but I already

too.” Waylen’s heart did a

to say more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her

hung up the phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a drink and

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

and he asked casually, “When do you plan to

his glass, a bittersweet smile

promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no longer lurked

Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she used

his busy schedule had always made him unable to address his personal

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

poured a glass of wine

two of them continued

night, Waylen found himself in Rena‘s room, Meanwhile, Mark ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon himself

a few bites,”

grave, I’ll go with you,” he

head and gazed out of

she murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark, I

Mark nodded.

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

along some gifts he’d

noon by the time

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

at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and

hastily

away, Waylen unbuttoned

appeared rather frightened of

Waylen an

a way. It

showed no rush to get to the

Rena onto his lap and inquired

by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

gave tickets to a car race to us. Zack is

Waylen grinned.

nearly 3@ and still into racing.

spoil you too. When you lost your

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

a tender

anything, I want to be

providing his wife and children with the

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

had grown content with his work in the

The weather outside was chilly, so Rena

and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa, she

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

mood suddenly shifted the moment she

to the second floor, the servant knocked on the study door

voice emanated softly

her in,”

revealing

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

a floral dress, her

exuded a mature and

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

Rena, the latter lifted

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

across from

instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee for Miss

Ruth sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t shake

favor to ask of

Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for her and frequently

taking a deep breath, Ruth

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

Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as

to be an upstanding person and was no

the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene,

extended her slender finger and traced

a bit of

by Rena’s

“Even though you work

Rena didn’t

within a nearby book and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race,

request,

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

a few seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered

from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment industry, were destined

lingered a while

the yard heralded the arrival

long, Alexis and Leonel scampered

room and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her

out a cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his

inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed,

you’ve wet yourself

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

give Alexis a mini-lesson on

you get it?” he

and responded, “Leonel, I have

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

change was complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis informed

inside out, responded without missing a

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

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

urged Alexis to

familial

help but 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 had wealth, ample free

crossed paths with Aline

portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his anger. He assisted Ruth in making her way to the restroom. Ruth ended up vomiting

a miserable

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

I truly wished to make you popular, to

the tap and splashed cold water on her face, attempting to sober

in a hoarse voice, “But

seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette. Her allure