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

he listened to her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing. He

day, but I already

too.” Waylen’s heart did a

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

phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When

a bittersweet smile playing

felt guilty for repeatedly postponing his promise

Cecilia wasn’t

for Mark, his busy schedule had always made him unable to

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

poured a glass of

two of them

overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it

a few bites,”

visit his grave, I’ll go

shook her head and gazed out of the window at

murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must

Mark nodded.

the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours of the morning, Waylen

along some gifts he’d purchased for

noon by the time Waylen returned

was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to

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

long, Danna hastily

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

appeared rather frightened of

shot Waylen an amused

in such a way.

no rush to get to the

onto his

Danna come by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

car race to us. Zack is set to participate in

Waylen grinned.

and still into racing. I reckon

you too. When you lost your memory, I

seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer

halted Rena’s words with a

anything, I want to

wife and children with the

a Lawyer, but

content with his work

to the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena

upon arriving at the luxurious villa, she

and have a chat with her,” the servant said.

moment she entered the Luxurious villa once

the second floor, the servant knocked on the

emanated softly from

in,” she

revealing the elegantly

set of dark green leather sofas sat beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of

floral dress, her long brown hair

exuded a mature and

of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a

latter lifted

you could make it. Please, have a

a seat across from Rena but felt somewhat

the servant and instructed, “Prepare

coffee, she

a favor to

Aline had a

breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself any

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

cozy up to those influential figures as Aline

company, Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was

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

slender finger and traced a delicate

of snow this

by Rena’s sudden

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

Rena didn’t elaborate

within a nearby book and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl

unspoken request, Ruth

want to say too much, She just asked

firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her

that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment

a

the yard heralded

long, Alexis and Leonel

touched his face

placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted to cradle

reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed,

wet yourself again! She

quickly but gently turned Marcus 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

to give Alexis a mini-lesson on

get it?”

with her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have

with a faint

was carried

hungry,” Alexis informed

inside out, responded without

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

Alexis, however, wished to join

urged Alexis to read

familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling

but feel a 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

paths with

at the portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his anger.

a miserable

a fresh coat

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

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

semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is

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