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.”

on a business trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him

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

only been a day, but I

heart did

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

He joined Mark for a drink and

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

glass, a bittersweet smile

postponing his promise

Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she

had always made him unable

whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted to hear Mark’s

a glass of wine

of them continued to

the 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 himself to whip up a

at least have a

grave, I’ll go with you,”

shook her head and gazed out of the

he chose to go through with it.

Mark nodded.

sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours

asked him to take along some gifts

by

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 matters of the

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

long, Danna hastily took her

car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat

appeared rather

Waylen an

a way.

showed no rush to get to the

settled Rena onto

Danna come by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

tickets to a car race to us. Zack is set to

Waylen grinned.

racing. I reckon Danna’s been spoiling

gently stroked Waylen’s handsome face and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop you from being a

know you prefer to be a

Rena’s words with a tender gesture,

anything, I want to be your

with the best life possible was

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

grown content with his work in

to the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for

arriving at the luxurious villa, she was

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

mood suddenly shifted the moment she entered the

the second floor, the servant knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs. Fowler, Miss Powell

voice emanated softly from

in,”

revealing the elegantly decorated

a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just

wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair

a mature and

in such a light. Yet,

latter lifted

make it. Please, have a seat,” Rena said

took a seat across from Rena but felt

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

Ruth sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t shake her

favor to

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

a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself

gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the last event, I nearly

as Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted,

upstanding person and

Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene, wintry blanket over the

and traced a delicate path on the frosted

a bit of snow

puzzled by Rena’s sudden

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

Rena didn’t

“These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers

unspoken request, Ruth

much, She just asked softly, “Are you willing to help

and whispered confidentially

move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in

a

sound of a car approaching the

and

dashed into the baby’s room and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold little hand and

a cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on

inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed,

Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again! She looked expectantly at

Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue. While attending to these tasks, he whispered

give Alexis a

get

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

Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned

complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena by Alexis and

hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

inside out, responded

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

wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel

to read

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

to care for the children. Yet, upon

Ruth crossed paths with Aline at a

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

a miserable

fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing

You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you

tap and splashed cold water on her face,

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

seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender