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.”

to doubt him, She

he listened to her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing. He couldn’t resist saying something

it’s only been a day, but I already

too.” Waylen’s heart

with her every day, and now you can’t stand one

joined Mark for a drink and some

turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed

He looked incredibly handsome.

wine had loosened Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When

glass, a bittersweet smile playing on

guilty for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger

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

for Mark, his busy schedule had always made him

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

poured a glass

two of them

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

at least have a few bites,”

his grave, I’ll go with you,” he

out of the window at

she murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it.

Mark nodded.

in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours of the morning, Waylen

him to take along some gifts he’d purchased

by the time Waylen returned

the house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone

few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air

Danna hastily

away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and

rather frightened of

Waylen

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

no rush to

he settled Rena onto his lap

by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

3@ and still into racing.

jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your

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

halted Rena’s words with a tender gesture, He

I want

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

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

content with his

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

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

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

mood suddenly shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious villa

second floor, the servant knocked on the study door and announced,

voice emanated

her in,” she

opened, revealing the elegantly decorated

of opulence, Just the sight of it made

dress, her long brown hair cascading down

a mature and

think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a

was sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her head and offered a

could make it. Please, have

a seat across from Rena but felt

instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee for

her coffee, she still couldn’t

a favor to ask of

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

Ruth couldn’t

is quite adept at flattery. She has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the last event, I

influential figures as Aline

be an upstanding person and was no

the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene,

slender finger and traced a delicate path on the

of

was a bit puzzled by Rena’s

tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason

Rena didn’t elaborate

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

unspoken request,

too much, She just asked softly,

thought for a few seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her

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

lingered a while

a car approaching the

long, Alexis and Leonel

touched his face with her cold little hand and said, “Marcus, it’s time

placed a gentle

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

you’ve wet yourself again! She

In the midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue. While attending to these tasks, he whispered to Alexis, “Marcus

proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson

you get it?” he

and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help me, don’t

with a faint blush, turned his attention back

Marcus was carried

hungry,”

who knew Alexis inside out, responded without

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

however, wished to join in

Alexis to read alongside

and familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling deeply

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 with Aline at

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

was a

mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick,

me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see

cold

in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is

into a seductive smile as she leaned against the wall,