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.”

reason to doubt

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

a day, but I already miss

Waylen’s heart did a

interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now you can’t

phone, grinning. He joined Mark for

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

loosened Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When do you plan

bittersweet smile

felt guilty for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia.

Cecilia wasn’t as forward as

busy schedule had always made him unable to

gazing into his glass. Waylen was

poured a glass

them continued to chat

Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely

least have a

you want to visit his grave, I’ll

out of the

voice, she murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark, I won’t be

Mark nodded.

well.” Being a dutiful son, Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the

to take along some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia

was nearly noon by the time Waylen

other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened

extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air

Danna hastily took

her white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his

rather frightened of

Waylen

a way. It was no

to

settled Rena onto

come by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

to us. Zack is set to

Waylen grinned.

into racing. I reckon Danna’s been spoiling

face and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop

prefer to be a lawyer. After

halted Rena’s words with a tender gesture,

anything, I want to be your

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

he had met Rena, Waylen’s dream had been to become a

with his work in

weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors.

arriving at the luxurious villa, she was greeted by a smiling

go and have a chat with her,”

the moment she

on the study door

emanated softly from

her in,” she

door opened, revealing the elegantly

leather sofas sat beside a French window, evoking an air of

dress, her long brown hair cascading down her

a mature and alluring

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

latter lifted her head

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

took a seat across from Rena but

and instructed, “Prepare a cup

Ruth sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t

favor to ask of

Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike

breath, Ruth

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

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

Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to engage in such

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

her slender finger and traced a delicate path on

had quite a bit of snow this year,”

a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden

composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason

Rena didn’t

nearby book and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth nodded in

say too much, She just asked softly, “Are you willing

closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely taken aback

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

lingered a while

of a car approaching the yard

and Leonel

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

gentle kiss on his rosy

reached over to inspect Marcus’s

you’ve wet yourself

his soiled pants and 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

Alexis a mini-lesson on

you get it?” he

hand, Alexis beamed and

towards Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned

was complete, Marcus was carried over to

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis informed

knew Alexis inside out, responded without missing

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

wished to join

to read alongside

was one of quiet and familial beauty, and

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 children. Yet, upon

crossed paths with Aline at a wine

glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his

a

a fresh coat of Lipstick, all

the hardship after betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But you decided to rely on

on the tap and splashed cold water on

semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen

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