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.”

a business trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt

listened to her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing. He

it’s only been a day, but I

Waylen’s heart did a little

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

the phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

he asked casually, “When do you plan to

his glass, a bittersweet smile

postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger

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

had always

Mark whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen

glass of wine for

them continued to

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

least have a few

you want to visit his grave, I’ll go with

shook her head and gazed out of

hushed voice, she 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.

a dutiful son, Mark spent the night on the sofa in

to take along some

nearly noon by the

none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s

couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed somewhat apprehensive

hastily

away, Waylen unbuttoned

rather

shot Waylen an

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

no rush to

onto his lap and inquired

come by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

into racing. I reckon Danna’s

asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop you from being a

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

halted Rena’s words with a tender gesture, He spoke

want to

wife and children with the

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

content with his work

the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena

arriving at the luxurious villa,

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

moment she entered the Luxurious

floor, the servant knocked on the study

emanated

her in,” she

opened, revealing the elegantly

window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth feel as

floral dress, her long brown hair cascading

mature and

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

the latter lifted her head

you could make it. Please, have a

seat across from Rena but felt

the servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee

she still couldn’t

a favor to ask of

had initially worked for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike

Ruth couldn’t contain

several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the

as long as Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline

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

hearing Ruth’s words, Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting

and traced a delicate path on

of snow this year,” she

a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden

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

didn’t

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

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth nodded in

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

firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely taken aback by the audacity of

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

a while

car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of

Alexis and Leonel scampered

touched his face with her cold little hand and said,

gentle kiss on his rosy cheek

frowned. He reached over to inspect

yourself again!

and replacing them with fresh ones, In the midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp

give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

get

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

towards Alexis and, with a faint blush,

was carried over to Rena by Alexis

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis informed

knew Alexis inside out,

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

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

urged Alexis to

and familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling

from 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

Ruth crossed paths with Aline at a

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

a

before the mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat

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

splashed cold water on her face, attempting to sober

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

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