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.”

had no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well and

her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart

been a day, but I already miss

heart did

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

grinning. He joined Mark for a drink and some

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

casually, “When do you plan to

held his glass, a bittersweet smile

guilty for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia.

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

had always made him unable to address his

into his glass. Waylen was delighted to hear Mark’s

a glass of wine

of them continued to chat

been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon

at least have a few bites,” Mark

want to visit his grave, I’ll

out

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

Mark nodded.

night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the

along some gifts he’d

nearly noon by

his arrival, he found 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 matters of

extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed somewhat apprehensive in

Danna hastily took her

white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his

rather

shot Waylen an

had been gazing at Danna in such a way. It was no wonder she

rush to get

onto his lap

by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

Zack is set to participate in an Fl car race next

Waylen grinned.

into racing. I reckon

jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop

know you prefer to be a lawyer. After I

Rena’s words with a

I want to be

providing his wife and children with the best life possible was of paramount

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

he had 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 to come to the

drove over and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa,

the study on the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with

she entered the Luxurious villa

floor, the servant knocked on the study door

voice emanated

her in,”

opened, revealing the

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

dress,

exuded a mature

saw Rena in such a light. Yet,

the latter lifted her head and offered a warm

glad you could make it. Please,

across from Rena

and instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee for

coffee, she still couldn’t shake her

a favor to ask

had a strong dislike for her and frequently

taking a deep breath, Ruth

managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the last event, I nearly found myself in

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

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

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

slender finger and traced a delicate path on

of snow this year,”

puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention

tranquil composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason you can’t still keep her

Rena didn’t elaborate

offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers are

unspoken request,

say too much, She just asked softly,

Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in

Ruth hadn’t expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline,

lingered a

a car approaching the yard heralded

and

the baby’s room and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with

a cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on

He reached over to inspect Marcus’s

Marcus, you’ve wet yourself

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 doll, you know.

give Alexis a mini-lesson on

get it?” he

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

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

diaper change was complete, Marcus was

hungry,”

knew Alexis inside out, responded without missing

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

pages. Alexis, however, wished to

Alexis to read

and familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling deeply

left to care for

later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline

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

a

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

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

cold water on

sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is not a man I

leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette. Her