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.”

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

to her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with

day,

heart did a

her every day, and now you can’t stand one

the phone, grinning. He joined

coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed

He looked incredibly handsome.

casually, “When do you plan

held his glass, a bittersweet

guilty for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t

his busy schedule had always made him unable to

gazing into his glass. Waylen

glass

them continued to

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

least have a few bites,” Mark urged

you want to visit his grave, I’ll

head and gazed out of

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

Mark nodded.

well.” Being a dutiful son, Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the

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

by the time

than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s

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

Danna hastily took

Waylen unbuttoned

rather frightened of

shot Waylen an amused

had been gazing at Danna in such a way. It

rush to

he settled Rena onto his lap

Danna come by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

racing. I reckon Danna’s

spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop you from being

seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer to be a lawyer. After I give

words with a tender gesture,

than anything, I want to be your

a man, providing his wife and children with the best life possible was

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

he had grown content with

outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for Ruth to come to the

the luxurious villa, she

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

suddenly shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious villa

second floor, the servant knocked on the study

voice emanated softly from

in,”

door opened, revealing the elegantly decorated

an air of opulence, Just the

seated there, wearing a floral dress, her long

a mature and alluring

in such a light. Yet, at

up Rena, the latter lifted her head

Please, have

across from Rena but felt somewhat

“Prepare a cup of coffee for

coffee, she

had a favor to ask of

for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for

deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself any

and she constantly makes things difficult for me.

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

Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to engage in

Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more,

finger and traced a delicate path on the

quite a bit of snow this year,” she

a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention

held a tranquil composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no

Rena didn’t

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 Miss Hanson

request,

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

for a few seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely

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

a while

the

and

and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold little hand and said, “Marcus, it’s time to

let out a cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on

over to inspect Marcus’s diaper

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

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

proceeded to give Alexis a

you get

and responded, “Leonel, I have you

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

Marcus was carried over to Rena by Alexis

hungry,”

who knew Alexis inside out, responded without

a mother to Marcus, treating him as her little one during

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

to read alongside

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

the villa, she couldn’t 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

days later, Ruth crossed paths

man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his anger.

a

leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while

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

turned on the tap and splashed cold

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

smile as she leaned against the wall,