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.”

a business trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt

heart swelled with longing. He couldn’t resist

it’s only been a day,

too.” Waylen’s heart did a little

about to say more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now

the phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a drink

he removed his coat, revealing a black turtleneck,

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

a bittersweet smile playing

repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully,

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

always made him

his glass. Waylen was delighted to

a glass of

them continued to chat

Meanwhile, Mark ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and

a few bites,” Mark urged

grave, I’ll go with you,”

and gazed out of

he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him

Mark nodded.

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

along some

noon by the

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

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

Danna hastily took

her white sports car drive away, Waylen

appeared rather

Waylen an amused

in such a way. It

showed no rush to

onto his lap and inquired

Danna come by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

is set to participate in an Fl car race next

Waylen grinned.

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

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

I know you prefer to be a

words with a tender gesture, He spoke

want to

and children with

become a Lawyer, but now, his

with

Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for

and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa, she was greeted by

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

shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious villa once

the second floor, the servant knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs. Fowler, Miss Powell is

emanated softly from

in,” she

door opened, revealing the

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

dress, her long brown hair

a mature

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

latter lifted her

you could make it. Please, have a

across from

and instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee

Ruth sipped her coffee, she

had a favor to ask

but Aline had a strong dislike for her

breath, Ruth couldn’t

she constantly makes things difficult

truth, as long as Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had

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

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

traced a delicate path on the frosted

quite a bit of snow this year,” she

bit puzzled by Rena’s

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

Rena didn’t elaborate

retrieved two tickets 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 believe

unspoken request,

She just

for a few seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely taken aback by the audacity of Rena’s

bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who

lingered a while

the yard

long, Alexis and Leonel

into the baby’s room and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold little hand

Alexis placed a gentle kiss

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

“Oh, Marcus, you’ve wet yourself

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 doll, you know. You need to be gentle

proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on

you get it?”

tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I

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

was

is hungry,” Alexis

Alexis inside out, responded

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

engrossed in his book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel gently tugged her towards

to read

one of quiet and familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling deeply

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

crossed paths

had someone make sure Ruth had 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

a miserable

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

I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a

on the tap and splashed cold water on her face,

“But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is not a man I can

as she leaned against the wall, producing a long,