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.”

Rena had no reason to doubt him, She simply

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

a day, but

heart did

Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now you can’t stand

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

he removed his coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

held his glass, a bittersweet smile playing on his

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

Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she used

Mark, his busy schedule had always made him unable to address

whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted

a glass of wine for

them continued to

room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took

a few bites,” Mark urged

visit his grave, I’ll go with you,” he

shook her head and gazed out

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

Mark nodded.

son, Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours of the morning, Waylen

along some gifts

was nearly noon by

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

steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air

hastily took her

away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat

rather

Waylen an

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

showed no rush to get to the

Rena onto

come by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

tickets to a car race to us. Zack is

Waylen grinned.

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

spoil you too. When you lost your memory,

Rena continued seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer to be

with a tender

want

his wife and children with the best life possible

Rena, Waylen’s dream had been to become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered around

grown content with his work in

so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for Ruth to

luxurious villa, she was

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

suddenly shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious

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

voice emanated

in,”

opened, revealing the elegantly

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

floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down her

a mature and alluring

in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth

up Rena, the latter lifted her

Please, have a

seat across from

and instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee

Ruth sipped her coffee, she

favor to ask of

for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for her and

breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself

prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the last event, I nearly found myself in an

truth, as long as Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential

an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to engage in

the window for a moment. Outside, the

finger and traced a delicate path

bit of

by

masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even

Rena didn’t elaborate

for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers are young and handsome. I

request,

She

for a few seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely taken aback by the audacity of Rena’s

and Ruth hadn’t expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the

a while

approaching the

Alexis and

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

a gentle kiss

to inspect Marcus’s

wet yourself again!

ones, In the midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue. While

proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson

you get it?”

beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have

and, with a faint blush, turned his attention back

change was complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena by Alexis

is hungry,” Alexis

inside out, responded without missing a

her little one during their make-believe games. Rena calmly prepared

turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the

to

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

such a young age, was left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection,

later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline at

man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his anger. He assisted Ruth in making her way to

a miserable

leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all

aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But you

on the tap and splashed cold water on her face, attempting to sober

in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you

as she leaned against the