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.”

on a business trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well and implored him

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

only been a day, but

Waylen’s heart did a

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

grinning. He joined Mark for

black turtleneck,

He looked incredibly handsome.

tongue, and he asked casually, “When do you plan to give Cecilia and

held his glass, a bittersweet smile playing on his

felt guilty for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as

always made him unable to address

whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted

a glass

of them continued to chat

in Rena‘s room, Meanwhile, Mark ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate,

least have a few

his grave,

her head and gazed out of the window at

through with

Mark nodded.

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

asked him to take along some gifts he’d

by the time

other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened

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

hastily took her

Waylen unbuttoned his coat

rather frightened

shot Waylen

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

showed no rush to get to

settled Rena onto his lap

Danna come by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

race to us. Zack is

Waylen grinned.

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

you too. When

prefer to be a lawyer. After I give

a tender gesture, He

I want

children with the

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

he had grown content with

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

drove over and, upon arriving at the luxurious

Miss Powell, please go and have a chat

the moment she entered the Luxurious

the second floor, the servant knocked on the study door and announced,

voice emanated softly from

her in,”

door opened, revealing the

an air of opulence, Just the sight

floral dress, her long brown hair

exuded a mature and

she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth

up Rena, the latter lifted her head and offered a warm

make it. Please,

from

to the servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee

Ruth sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t shake her

a favor to ask

had initially worked for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for her and frequently

breath, Ruth

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

to those influential figures as Aline

an upstanding person and was no longer

outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more,

slender finger and traced a delicate

a bit of snow

by Rena’s sudden mention of

She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for

Rena didn’t elaborate

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

unspoken request,

much, She just asked

Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth

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

lingered a

of a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of joyous

and

Marcus, She touched his face with her cold little

Alexis placed a gentle

to inspect Marcus’s diaper and

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

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

then proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

you get it?”

beamed and responded, “Leonel, I

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

Marcus was carried over

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis

out, responded

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

its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel gently

to read alongside

one of quiet and familial beauty, and it

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

days later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline at a wine

swiftly 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 the restroom.

a

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

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

on the tap and splashed cold

sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me

into a seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a