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.”

doubt him, She simply wished him well

Waylen’s heart swelled with longing. He couldn’t resist

it’s only been a day, but

too.” Waylen’s heart did

to say more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now

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

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

asked casually, “When do you plan to give Cecilia

bittersweet

his promise to Cecilia.

due to women’s innate reserve, Cecilia wasn’t

his busy schedule had always made him unable to address his

next year,” Mark whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted to

a glass

two of them continued to chat

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

a

grave, I’ll

gazed out of the window at the brilliant

go through with it.

Mark nodded.

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

to take along some gifts he’d purchased for

noon by the time

Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s most formidable rival in matters

had an unassuming air about her and seemed

hastily took her

white sports car drive away, Waylen

rather frightened of

Waylen an

in such a way. It was no wonder she

rush to

settled Rena onto his lap and

come by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

still into racing. I reckon Danna’s been

jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost

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

halted Rena’s words with a

want

children with the

been to become a Lawyer, but now, his

he had grown content with

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

upon arriving at the luxurious villa, she was greeted

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

moment she entered the Luxurious villa once

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

voice emanated softly from

her in,” she

revealing the

set 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 it were

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

exuded a mature and

saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment,

up Rena, the latter lifted her

could make it. Please, have a

took a seat across from Rena but felt

the servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup

coffee, she still couldn’t shake her

favor

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

a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t

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

to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she might have been able

aspired to be an upstanding person and was no longer

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

her slender finger and traced a delicate path on the frosted

of snow this

was a bit puzzled by Rena’s

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

didn’t elaborate

from within a nearby book and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl

request, Ruth

too much, She just

closer and whispered confidentially in her ear.

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

lingered a while

of a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of joyous

long, Alexis and Leonel

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

cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on

reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and

“Oh, Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again!

replacing 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 know. You need to be

Alexis a mini-lesson on

you get it?” he

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

and, with a faint blush,

complete, Marcus was carried over to

is hungry,” Alexis informed

out, responded without missing

mother to Marcus, treating him as her little one during their make-believe games. Rena calmly prepared a bottle of milk and fed it

Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel gently tugged her

to read alongside

quiet and familial beauty, and it left Ruth

from the 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

later, Ruth crossed paths

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

a miserable

fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing a wicked

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

cold water on her face, attempting to sober

voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is not a man I

a seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette. Her allure was