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.”

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

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

day,

heart did a

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

joined

turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint red from

He looked incredibly handsome.

and he asked casually, “When do you plan to give Cecilia

glass, a bittersweet smile playing on his

postponing his promise

wasn’t as forward

always made him unable to

whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen

poured a glass of wine

two of them continued to chat

overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took

at least have a few bites,”

visit his grave, I’ll go

out

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

Mark nodded.

the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours of the

some gifts he’d

was nearly noon by

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

She had an unassuming air about her and seemed somewhat apprehensive in

long, Danna hastily

sports car drive away, Waylen

rather frightened

Waylen an

Danna in such a way. It was no wonder she felt a

no rush to get

settled Rena onto his lap and

by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

nearly 3@ and still into racing. I reckon

you too.

continued seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer to be a lawyer.

halted Rena’s words with a

than anything, I want to be your

man, providing his wife and children with the best life possible

to become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered around Rena and

grown content with his work

chilly, so Rena decided to

over and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa,

second 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 villa

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

emanated softly from

in,” she

door opened, revealing the elegantly

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

a floral dress, her long brown

a mature and

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

the latter

it. Please, have

seat across from

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

sipped her coffee, she still

a favor

Aline, but Aline had a

deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself

gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she

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

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

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

slender finger and traced a delicate path on the frosted

of snow this year,” she

puzzled by

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

Rena didn’t elaborate

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

request, Ruth nodded

Rena didn’t want to say too much, She

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

believed that individuals like

lingered a while

sound of a car approaching the yard heralded the

and

touched his face with her cold little

cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle

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

you’ve wet yourself again! She

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

give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

you get

and responded,

gaze towards Alexis and, with a faint

Marcus was carried over to

is hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

Alexis inside out,

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

book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel

to read

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

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 with Aline at a wine

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 the restroom.

a

applying a fresh coat of

seems you’re facing quite the hardship after betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished

on the tap and splashed cold water on her face,

a hoarse voice, “But

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