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.”

to doubt him, She simply wished him well and implored him to take care

heart swelled with

day, but I already miss

too.” Waylen’s heart did a little

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

hung up the phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a drink

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

asked casually, “When

held his glass, a bittersweet

repeatedly postponing his promise to

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

had always

Mark whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted

poured a glass of wine for

two of them continued to

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

have a few bites,”

his grave, I’ll go with

out of the window at the brilliant

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

Mark nodded.

Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom.

some

noon by the

than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s most

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

long, Danna hastily took her

white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his

rather

Waylen an

a way.

to

onto his lap

come by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

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

“Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I

you prefer to be a lawyer. After I

a tender gesture, He

anything, I want

with the best life possible

been to become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream

had grown content with his

to the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for

and, upon arriving at the luxurious

please go and have a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth nodded in

the moment she

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

emanated softly from

her in,” she

revealing the

leather sofas sat beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth feel as if it were all quite

a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down her

a mature and

a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t

latter lifted her

could make it. Please, have a seat,”

a seat across from Rena

“Prepare

Ruth sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t

had a favor to

for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike

Ruth

prominent individuals, and she constantly makes

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

to be an upstanding person

for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene, wintry

finger and traced a

bit of snow this year,”

a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention of the

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

didn’t elaborate

simply 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

unspoken request, Ruth nodded

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

and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially

such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment industry,

lingered a

a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of joyous

and

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

Alexis placed a gentle kiss on

to inspect Marcus’s

Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again! She looked expectantly at

this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom

then proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

you get

Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I

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

was

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis

out,

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

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

Alexis to read alongside

quiet and familial beauty, and it left Ruth

left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena had made this choice herself. Rena had wealth, ample

crossed paths with Aline at a wine

portly man beside Aline

was a

leisurely applying a fresh coat

facing quite the hardship after betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see

splashed cold water on her face, attempting

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

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