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.”

business trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt him,

Waylen’s heart swelled with longing. He

only been a day, but I already miss

too.” Waylen’s heart

with her every day,

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

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

held his glass, a bittersweet

repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully,

wasn’t as forward as

his busy schedule had always made him unable to address

his glass. Waylen was delighted to hear

glass

them continued

into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it

least have a

his grave,

gazed out of

hushed voice, she murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark, I

Mark nodded.

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

some gifts

by

arrival, he found an unexpected guest in 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 matters of the

a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed somewhat apprehensive in his

long, Danna hastily took

drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to

appeared rather

Waylen an

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

rush to get to the

settled Rena onto his lap and

Danna come by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

car race to us. Zack is set to

Waylen grinned.

nearly 3@ and still into racing. I reckon Danna’s

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

this, Rena continued seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer to be a lawyer. After I give birth to this

Rena’s words with a

want to

and children with the best life possible was of paramount

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

grown content with his work in

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

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

is in the study on the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a chat

suddenly shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious villa once

the servant knocked on the study door

voice emanated

in,”

door opened, revealing the

an air of opulence,

there, wearing a floral dress, her

exuded a mature and alluring

such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth

the latter lifted her head and

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

from Rena

instructed, “Prepare a cup of

coffee, she still couldn’t shake

had a favor to

had a strong dislike for her and

Ruth couldn’t contain herself

she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the last event, I nearly found myself in an

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

company, Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was no longer

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

and traced a delicate path

had quite a bit of snow this

bit puzzled by

continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for

didn’t elaborate

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

unspoken request, Ruth

Rena didn’t want to say too much, She just

few seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was

Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice

lingered a

approaching the yard heralded the arrival of

long, Alexis and Leonel scampered

and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her

out a cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy

frowned. He reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and

exclaimed, “Oh, Marcus, you’ve wet yourself

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

to give Alexis a

you get it?” he

and responded, “Leonel, I have

Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned his attention back

complete, Marcus was

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

Alexis inside out,

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

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

Alexis to read

and familial beauty,

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 reflection, she realized that Rena

paths

had someone make sure Ruth 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. Ruth ended up

was a miserable

stood before the mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing a

Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to

the tap and splashed cold

voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen

seductive smile as she leaned against the