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.”

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

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

only been a day, but

too.” Waylen’s heart did a little

Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now you can’t stand one day without

hung up the phone, grinning. He joined

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

“When do

a bittersweet

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

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

busy schedule had always made him

next year,” Mark whispered, gazing into his glass.

a glass of wine for

them continued to chat

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

a few bites,” Mark urged

grave,

her head and gazed out of the window at the

hushed voice, she murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace.

Mark nodded.

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

some

by

Danna, who happened to be

a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming

hastily took her

drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat

appeared rather frightened

shot Waylen

such a way. It was no wonder she

rush to get to the

Rena onto

Danna come by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

racing. I reckon Danna’s

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

prefer to be a lawyer. After I give birth to

a tender gesture, He spoke

I want to

children with

been to become a Lawyer,

he had grown content with his work in the

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

over and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa, she was greeted

on the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with her,”

shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious villa once

on the study door and announced, “Mrs. Fowler, Miss Powell is

voice emanated softly from

in,”

door opened, revealing the elegantly decorated

French window, evoking an air of opulence,

wearing a floral dress, her long

mature

Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare to

sizing up Rena, the latter lifted

it. Please,

from Rena but felt somewhat

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

her coffee, she

a favor to ask of

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

a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

She has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult

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

since joining Rena’s company, Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was no

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

and traced a delicate

of snow this

was a bit puzzled by Rena’s

tranquil composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me

didn’t elaborate

nearby book and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers are

request,

say too much, She

few seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered

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

lingered a while

a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival

long, Alexis and Leonel scampered

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

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

to inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed, “He’s wet

yourself again! She looked expectantly at

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 be gentle with

give Alexis a

get

and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help

with a faint

the diaper change was complete, Marcus was carried over to

Marcus is hungry,”

inside out, responded without missing

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

Leonel was engrossed in his book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join

Alexis to read alongside

familial

young age, was left to care for the children.

days later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline at a wine

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

a miserable

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

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

and splashed cold water

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

leaned against