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

soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing. He couldn’t

it’s only been a day, but I

Waylen’s heart did

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

phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a drink

coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint red from the

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

his glass, a bittersweet smile playing

promise to

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t

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

glass. Waylen was delighted to hear Mark’s

glass of

them continued

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

a

want to visit his grave, I’ll go with

and gazed out of

predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark, I won’t

Mark nodded.

night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In

to take along some

noon by the time Waylen returned

Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to

had an unassuming air about her and

long, Danna hastily took

Waylen unbuttoned

appeared rather

shot Waylen an amused

Danna in such a way. It was no wonder she felt a little

to get

Rena onto

come by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

3@ and still into racing. I reckon Danna’s been spoiling

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

“Waylen, I know you prefer to be a

with a

anything, I want to be

with the best

had been to become a

grown content with his

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

drove over and, upon arriving at the luxurious

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

shifted the moment she entered

servant knocked on

voice emanated

her in,” she

door opened, revealing the elegantly

air of opulence, Just

dress, her long brown

exuded a mature and alluring

help but think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light.

was sizing up Rena, the latter

it. Please,

from Rena but

and instructed, “Prepare a cup

sipped her coffee, she still

had a favor to

had initially worked for Aline, but Aline had a

breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me.

influential

aspired to be an upstanding person and was no longer

Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the

and traced a delicate path on the

a bit of

by Rena’s sudden mention of the

in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason you can’t

didn’t elaborate

from within a nearby book and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers are young and handsome. I

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth nodded in

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

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

that individuals like Aline, who

a

approaching the yard heralded the

long, Alexis and Leonel scampered

the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold little hand and said, “Marcus,

cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek

inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed, “He’s wet

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

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.

proceeded to give Alexis a

you get it?”

and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help

a faint

Marcus was carried over to Rena by

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

inside out, responded without

him as her little one during their make-believe games. Rena calmly prepared

pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel gently tugged her towards

Alexis to

and familial beauty, and it left Ruth

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

Ruth crossed paths

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

a miserable

coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing

I truly wished to make

and splashed cold

voice, “But consider what you asked me to

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