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.”

no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well and implored him

words, Waylen’s heart swelled

it’s only been a day, but I already miss

too.” Waylen’s heart did a little

Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now

the phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a

black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a

He looked incredibly handsome.

wine had loosened Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When do

bittersweet smile playing on his

promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no

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

had always made

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

a glass

them continued

night, Waylen found himself in Rena‘s room, Meanwhile, Mark ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with

a few bites,” Mark urged

grave, I’ll go

head and gazed out of the window at the

“He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with

Mark nodded.

spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s

some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia

nearly noon by the time

his 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 the

She had an unassuming air about

hastily

drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to be

rather frightened of

Waylen an

Danna in such a way. It was no wonder

rush to get to

settled Rena onto his lap and inquired

by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

us. Zack is set to participate in an Fl car race next

Waylen grinned.

nearly 3@ and still into racing. I

you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop you

prefer to be a lawyer. After I give birth to this

halted Rena’s words with a tender gesture,

I want to be

providing his wife and children with the best life possible was of paramount

been to become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream

had grown content with his

the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for Ruth to come

arriving at the luxurious

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

moment she entered

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

emanated softly from

in,” she

opened, revealing the elegantly

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

wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down

exuded a mature

in such a light. Yet, at this moment,

Rena, the latter

it. Please, have a

from Rena but felt somewhat

turned to the servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup of

coffee, she

favor to ask of

worked for Aline, but Aline had a

taking a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself

flattery. She has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things

truth, as long as Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she might have been able to avoid

aspired to be an upstanding person

words, Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene, wintry blanket over the

finger and traced a delicate path

of snow

puzzled by

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

didn’t elaborate

and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers are young

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth

didn’t want to say too much, She just asked softly, “Are you willing

whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely

move from her, Still, Ruth believed that

lingered a while

of a car approaching the yard

long, Alexis and Leonel scampered

baby’s room and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched

placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted

reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper

yourself again! She looked expectantly at

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

Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

you get

Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help me, don’t

Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned his

was carried over to Rena by Alexis

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis informed

who knew Alexis inside out,

a mother to Marcus, treating him as her little one during their make-believe games. Rena

wished to join in

to read

and familial beauty, and

of sympathy for Rena, who, at such a young age, was left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena

crossed paths with Aline at

agent glared at the portly man beside Aline

a

mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick,

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

cold

some semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But

as she leaned against the