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.”

no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well and

to her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled

a day, but I already miss

too.” Waylen’s heart did

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

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

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

casually, “When do you plan to give Cecilia and Edwin a

his glass, a bittersweet smile playing

his promise to Cecilia.

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward

schedule had always

gazing into his glass.

glass of

two of them continued

room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon himself to whip up

have a few

want to visit his grave, I’ll go with

out of

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

Mark nodded.

sofa in Zoey’s

him to take along some gifts he’d purchased

was nearly noon by

other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s

few extra glances at Danna. She had an

hastily took

white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned

appeared rather

shot Waylen

had been gazing at Danna in such a way.

to

Rena onto

Danna come by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

tickets to a car race to us. Zack is set

Waylen grinned.

into racing. I

stroked Waylen’s handsome face and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When

“Waylen, I know you prefer

with a tender gesture, He

than anything, I want to be your

and children with the best life possible

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

with his work in the business

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

at the luxurious villa, she was greeted

have a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth nodded in acknowledgment and was led inside the

she entered the Luxurious villa once

servant knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs. Fowler, Miss

voice emanated

in,”

revealing the

French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth feel as if it were all quite

was seated there, wearing a floral dress, her long brown

exuded a mature

when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet,

latter lifted her head and offered

could make it. Please,

seat across from Rena

instructed, “Prepare a

her coffee, she

favor to ask

for Aline, but Aline had a strong

Ruth couldn’t contain

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

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

Ruth aspired to be an upstanding

hearing Ruth’s words, Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene,

finger and traced

of snow this year,”

by Rena’s sudden mention

in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s

didn’t elaborate

for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers are young and handsome. I believe Miss Hanson would appreciate

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth nodded

didn’t want to say too much, She just asked softly,

seconds and 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 like

a

sound of a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of joyous

and Leonel

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

cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy

over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed,

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

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

proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson

you get it?”

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

and, with a faint

was carried

is hungry,” Alexis informed

inside out, responded without

the role of a mother to Marcus, treating him as her little one during their make-believe games. Rena calmly prepared a bottle of milk

Leonel was engrossed in his book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel

to

one of quiet and familial

a young age, was left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena had made this choice herself. Rena had wealth, ample free

days later, Ruth crossed paths with

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

a

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

I truly wished to make you popular,

the tap and splashed cold water on her

she had regained some semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But

lips curled into a seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette. Her allure was