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 implored him

to her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart

day, but

Waylen’s heart did a little

more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now you can’t stand one day

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

coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

his glass, a bittersweet smile playing on

guilty for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no longer lurked

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

his busy schedule had always made him

whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen was

glass of

them continued to chat

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

least have a few

grave,

head and gazed out of the

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

Mark nodded.

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

some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia

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 matters of the

Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed

long, Danna hastily took

sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to be

appeared rather frightened

shot Waylen

a way. It was no wonder she felt a little

no rush to get to the

settled Rena onto

Danna come by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

gave tickets to a car race to us. Zack is

Waylen grinned.

racing. I reckon Danna’s been

I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop you from

know you prefer to be a lawyer. After I give

halted Rena’s words with a

want

his wife and children with the best life possible was

had met Rena, Waylen’s dream had been to become a Lawyer, but now,

with his work in the

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

upon arriving at the luxurious villa,

Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth

shifted the moment she entered

knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs.

emanated

her in,”

revealing the elegantly

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

floral dress, her long brown hair

a mature and

Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare to entertain any

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

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

from Rena but felt somewhat

instructed, “Prepare a

sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t shake her

a favor

had a strong dislike for her and frequently

a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself any

is quite adept at flattery. She has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes

cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had

joining Rena’s company, Ruth aspired to be an upstanding

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

and traced a delicate path

quite a bit of

bit puzzled by Rena’s

softer tone, “Even though you

Rena didn’t elaborate

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

request, Ruth nodded

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

nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely taken aback

bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals

a while

sound of a car approaching the

long, Alexis and

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

out a cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss

reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed, “He’s wet

“Oh, Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again! She looked expectantly at

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 give Alexis a

you get it?”

beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help me,

towards Alexis and, with a faint blush,

was complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena by Alexis

is hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

Alexis inside out, responded without

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

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

Alexis to

scene was one of quiet and familial beauty, and it left Ruth

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

later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline at a wine

Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his anger. He assisted Ruth

a

coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing a

You know, I truly wished to

turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face, attempting to

a hoarse voice, “But consider what

she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender