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

words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing.

been a day, but I

heart

her every day, and now you

hung up the phone, grinning. He joined Mark for

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

tongue, and he asked casually, “When do

glass, a bittersweet smile playing

for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully,

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

always made him unable to address his

year,” Mark whispered, gazing into his glass.

poured a glass of wine

of them continued to

had been overcome

a

want to visit his grave,

gazed out of the window at the

yet he chose to go through with

Mark nodded.

the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours

take along some gifts he’d purchased for

was nearly noon by the time

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 in

extra glances at Danna. She had

long, Danna hastily took her

her white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat

rather frightened of

Waylen an amused

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

showed no rush to

settled Rena onto his lap and

by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

3@ and still into racing.

spoil you

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

words with a tender gesture,

anything, I want to

his wife and children with the best life possible was

to become a Lawyer, but now,

grown content with his work in the business

The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she

upon arriving at the luxurious villa,

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

shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious

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

emanated softly

her in,” she

revealing the elegantly

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

seated there, wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down her

mature and

in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare to entertain any

up Rena, the latter lifted

you could make it. Please,

from

“Prepare a cup of coffee

Ruth sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t

had a favor to ask of

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

taking a deep breath, Ruth

gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she

Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential

an upstanding person and was no longer

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

her slender finger and traced a delicate path

a bit of

a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention

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

Rena 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 young

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth nodded

didn’t want to say too much, She

closer and whispered confidentially in

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

a

sound of a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of

Alexis and Leonel

room and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold little hand and said, “Marcus, it’s time

a cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on

inspect

Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again!

ones, In the midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue. While attending to these tasks, he whispered to Alexis, “Marcus isn’t a

to give Alexis

you get it?”

and responded, “Leonel, I

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

diaper change was complete, Marcus was carried over to

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

who knew Alexis inside out,

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

Leonel was engrossed in his book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel gently tugged her

to

familial

villa, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Rena, who, at such a young age, was left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena had made this choice herself. Rena had wealth,

later, Ruth crossed paths

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

was a

a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing a

you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But

cold water

she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do.

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