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.”

was on a business trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt him,

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

a day, but

Waylen’s heart did

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

phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a drink and some

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

casually, “When do you plan to give Cecilia

his glass, a bittersweet smile playing

repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she used to

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

glass. Waylen was delighted

a glass of wine for

two of them continued to

ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon himself

a few bites,” Mark urged

to visit his grave, I’ll

head and gazed out of the window at the

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

Mark nodded.

in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours

asked him to take along some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia and

noon by the time

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

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

hastily took

drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to

rather

shot Waylen an

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

no rush to get to the

Rena onto his lap

by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

and still into racing. I reckon Danna’s been

spoil you

prefer to be a lawyer.

with a tender gesture, He spoke

I want to be

his wife and children with

met Rena, Waylen’s dream had been to become a Lawyer, but

he had grown content with his

weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors.

over and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa, she was

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

shifted the moment she

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

voice emanated softly from

in,”

revealing the elegantly decorated

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

there, wearing a floral dress,

exuded a mature and

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

up Rena, the latter lifted her head and offered a

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

took a seat across from Rena but

and instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee for Miss

coffee, she still

favor to

initially worked for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike

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 the last

cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she might have been able to avoid

be an upstanding person and was no

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

and traced

had quite a bit of

a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden

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

didn’t elaborate

and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s

request, Ruth nodded in

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

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

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

a while

the yard heralded the arrival of joyous

long, Alexis and

She touched his face with

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

He reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and

you’ve wet yourself again!

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 doll, you know. You need to be gentle

proceeded to give Alexis a

you get it?” he

tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help me,

and, with a

Marcus was carried over to Rena by Alexis and

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

inside out, responded without

taken on the role of a mother to Marcus, treating him as her little one during their make-believe games.

engrossed in his book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in

to read alongside

of quiet and familial beauty,

help 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 had made this choice herself. Rena had wealth,

later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline

bit too much to drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his anger. He assisted Ruth

a miserable

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

Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But

cold water on her face, attempting

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

seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing