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.”

claimed he was on a business trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt

Waylen’s heart swelled with longing. He couldn’t resist

day, but I already miss

heart did a little

about to say more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every

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

coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face

He looked incredibly handsome.

and he asked casually, “When do you plan

a bittersweet smile playing on his

postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as

busy schedule had always made him unable

gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted to hear Mark’s resolute

a glass

them

Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon himself to whip up a simple noodle dish for

at least have a few

visit his grave, I’ll go with you,”

head and gazed out of the window at the brilliant

ending, yet he chose to go through

Mark nodded.

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

along some gifts he’d purchased for

nearly noon by the

sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s most formidable rival in matters of

extra glances at Danna. She had an

Danna hastily

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

appeared rather

Waylen an amused

in such a way. It was

no rush to get to

he settled Rena onto his lap and inquired

Danna come by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

into racing. I

jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory,

prefer to be a

halted Rena’s words with a tender gesture, He

I want

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

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

content with his

the afternoon, Waylen headed to the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors.

drove over and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa, she was

in the study on the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with her,” the servant said.

the moment she

on the study door

emanated softly from

in,” she

opened, revealing the elegantly decorated

air of

wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down

mature

couldn’t help but think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare

was sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her head

you could make it. Please, have a

a seat across from Rena

the servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup

sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t

a favor to ask of

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

Ruth couldn’t contain

several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the last

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

aspired to be an upstanding person and was no

Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene, wintry blanket over the

finger and traced a delicate path

a bit of snow this year,”

a bit puzzled by Rena’s

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

didn’t

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

Rena’s unspoken request,

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

such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice

a

the yard heralded the arrival of joyous

Alexis and Leonel scampered

She touched his face

placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted

He reached over to inspect Marcus’s

Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again! She looked

quickly but gently turned Marcus over, removing 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,

proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on

get

and responded,

and, with a

was

hungry,” Alexis

who knew Alexis inside out, responded without missing a

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

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

Alexis to

quiet and familial

young age, was left to care for the children.

Ruth crossed paths with Aline

swiftly 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

a miserable

applying a fresh coat of

You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become

splashed cold water on her face, attempting to

a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is not a

smile as she leaned against the