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

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

been a day, but I

too.” Waylen’s heart did a

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

He joined Mark for a

revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

bittersweet smile playing on his

repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no longer lurked

Cecilia wasn’t as

schedule had always made him

into his glass. Waylen was delighted to

glass of wine for

them continued

Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon himself to whip up a simple

least have a few bites,” Mark urged

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

her head and gazed out of the window

to go through with it. It must have brought him

Mark nodded.

night on the sofa in

some gifts he’d purchased

noon by the time Waylen returned

the house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s

a few extra glances at Danna. She had

long, Danna hastily took her

her white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and

appeared rather frightened

shot Waylen

been gazing at Danna in such a way. It

no rush to get to the

settled Rena onto

come by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

race to us. Zack is set to

Waylen grinned.

still into racing. I reckon

jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost

prefer to be a lawyer.

words with a tender

anything, I want to be

children with the best life possible was

become a Lawyer, but now, his entire

content with his work in the

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

over and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa,

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

mood suddenly shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious

servant knocked on the study door

emanated

in,” she

door opened, revealing the elegantly

sat beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight

floral dress, her

a mature

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

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

make it. Please, have

from

instructed, “Prepare

her coffee, she still couldn’t shake

favor to ask

had a strong dislike for her and frequently

deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

flattery. She has managed 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

cozy up to those influential figures as

Rena’s company, Ruth aspired to be an upstanding

thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling

slender finger and traced a delicate path on the frosted

a bit of snow

was a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden

continued in a softer tone, “Even though you

Rena didn’t elaborate

for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers are young and handsome. I believe Miss Hanson would appreciate

unspoken request, Ruth nodded in

want to say too much, She

Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear.

expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like

lingered a while

a car approaching the yard

and Leonel scampered

and gently awakened 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

frowned. He reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed, “He’s

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

of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue. While attending to these

then proceeded to give Alexis a

get it?” he

chin with her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded,

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

Marcus was carried over

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis

inside out, responded without missing a

little one during their make-believe games. Rena calmly prepared a bottle of milk and fed it to

pages. Alexis, however, wished to join

Alexis to read alongside

one of quiet and familial beauty, and it left

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

crossed paths

make sure Ruth had a bit too much to drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline

a

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

you’re facing quite the hardship after betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a

the tap and splashed cold water

in a hoarse voice, “But consider

as she leaned against