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.”

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

soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing.

only been a day, but I already

Waylen’s heart did a

was about to say more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day,

phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a drink and some

black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

bittersweet smile playing on

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

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

for Mark, his busy schedule had always made him unable

into his glass.

poured a glass of wine for

two of them

night, Waylen found himself in Rena‘s room, Meanwhile, Mark ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon

least have a few bites,” Mark

you want to visit his grave, I’ll go

her head and gazed out of the window

yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark,

Mark nodded.

the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom.

along some gifts

noon by

than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone

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

long, Danna hastily took her

her white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to be

rather frightened

shot Waylen an

in such a way. It was no wonder she felt

to get to the

onto his

come by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

us. Zack is set to participate in an Fl

Waylen grinned.

and still into racing. I reckon

I spoil you too. When you

I know you prefer to be a lawyer. After

words with a tender gesture, He

want to be

and children with the best life possible

to become a Lawyer, but now,

had grown content with his work in the business

outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for Ruth to come to the

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

a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth

shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious

knocked on

voice emanated softly from

in,” she

door opened, revealing

sat beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight

wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading

a mature and alluring

but think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet,

was sizing up Rena, the latter

you could make it. Please,

a seat across from Rena but felt

turned to the servant and instructed, “Prepare

coffee, she

favor to

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

Ruth

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

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

to be an upstanding person

the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully

and traced a

a bit of snow

puzzled by Rena’s

tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason you can’t still keep her

Rena didn’t

offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s

request, Ruth

to say too much, She just asked softly,

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

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

a while

car approaching the yard

long, Alexis and Leonel scampered

peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold

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

over to inspect

you’ve wet yourself again! She looked

them with fresh 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 doll, you

give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

you get it?” he

hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help

towards Alexis and, with a faint blush,

Marcus was carried over to Rena by

is hungry,”

inside out,

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

however, wished to join in the care

Alexis to read alongside

and familial beauty, and

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

crossed paths with Aline

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

was a

before the mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all

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

the tap and splashed cold water on her face,

had regained some semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But

as she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette. Her