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

heart swelled with

been a day, but I already

too.” Waylen’s heart did a little

when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day,

phone, grinning. He joined Mark for

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

and he asked casually, “When do you

bittersweet smile playing on

his promise

due to women’s innate reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as

Mark, his busy schedule had always

glass. Waylen was delighted to hear Mark’s

poured a glass of wine

two of them continued to

overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon himself to whip

a few bites,” Mark urged

visit his grave, I’ll go with

shook her head and gazed out of the

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

Mark nodded.

dutiful son, Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early

to take along some gifts he’d purchased

by

found an unexpected guest in the house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone

steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about

long, Danna hastily took

sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended

rather frightened

shot Waylen an

had been gazing at Danna in such a way. It

to get to

Rena onto

by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

gave tickets to a car race to us. Zack is set to participate in

Waylen grinned.

3@ and still into racing.

face and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost

you prefer to be a lawyer. After I give

halted Rena’s words with a tender gesture, He spoke

than anything, I want to be your

providing his wife and children with the best

a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered

had grown content with his work

outside was chilly, so Rena

arriving at the luxurious villa, she was greeted

a chat

she

the second floor, the servant knocked on the study

voice emanated softly

her in,” she

revealing the elegantly decorated

beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth feel as if it were all quite

a floral dress,

a mature

couldn’t help but think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare to entertain

sizing up Rena, the latter lifted

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

across from

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

sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t

a favor

had

Ruth couldn’t contain

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

up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she might

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

the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene,

traced a delicate path

a bit of snow

puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention

a tranquil composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s

didn’t

for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers are young and handsome.

request, Ruth

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

and whispered

from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like

a

approaching the yard heralded the arrival

and Leonel

room and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched

cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted to

He reached over to inspect

wet yourself again! She looked

bottom with

give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

you get

hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel,

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

was carried over to Rena by Alexis

hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

knew Alexis inside out,

as her little one during their

turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of

to read

quiet and familial beauty, and it left Ruth

departed from the villa, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Rena, who, at such a young age, was left to care for the children. Yet,

paths with

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 restroom.

was a

leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick,

seems 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 star. But you decided to rely on

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

she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked

into a seductive smile as she leaned against the