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.”

Rena had no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well and implored him to take care of

words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing. He couldn’t resist saying something

day, but I already miss

heart did a little

with her every day, and now you can’t stand one

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

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

held his glass, a bittersweet

repeatedly postponing his promise to

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

always made him unable to address his

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

poured a glass

of them continued to chat

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 to whip up a

a few bites,” Mark

want to visit his grave, I’ll go with you,” he

and gazed out of

chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark, I

Mark nodded.

Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom.

him to take along some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia and

noon by the

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

help but steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and

Danna hastily took her

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

rather frightened of

shot Waylen an amused

in such a way. It was

no rush to get

settled Rena onto

come by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

a car race to us. Zack is set to

Waylen grinned.

into racing. I reckon Danna’s

gently stroked Waylen’s handsome face and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too.

prefer to be a lawyer. After I give

halted Rena’s words with a tender gesture,

want to be your

with the best life possible

become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered

content with

the afternoon, Waylen headed to the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided

upon arriving at the luxurious villa, she was

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

shifted the moment she

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

emanated softly from

her in,” she

revealing

window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of it

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

exuded a mature and

Rena in such a light.

sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her head and offered a warm

could make it. Please,

seat across from Rena but

instructed, “Prepare a cup

she still

a favor to ask

Aline had a strong dislike for her and frequently

a deep breath, Ruth

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

influential

since joining Rena’s company, Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined

window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were

and traced a delicate

of snow this year,” she

by

continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s

didn’t

for next week’s Fl race,

unspoken request, Ruth nodded

She just

and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely taken

such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored

lingered a

a car approaching the yard

and Leonel

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

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

reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper

exclaimed, “Oh, Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again!

over, 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,

to give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

get it?” he

beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help me,

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

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

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

inside out, responded without

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

his book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the

Alexis to read

one of quiet and familial beauty, and it left

young age, was left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she

days later, Ruth crossed paths

Ruth had a bit too much to drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his anger. He assisted Ruth in making her way to the

was a

fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing a

truly wished to make

splashed cold

“But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is not a man I

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