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.”

had no reason to doubt him, She simply

heart swelled with longing. He couldn’t resist

a day, but I already miss

heart did a little

her

grinning. He joined Mark for a

turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint

He looked incredibly handsome.

and he asked casually, “When do

a bittersweet smile playing on

repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully,

Cecilia wasn’t as forward as

Mark, his busy schedule had always made

glass. Waylen

a glass of wine

of them continued to

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

least have a few bites,” Mark

want to visit his grave, I’ll go with

her head and gazed out of the window at

voice, she murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through

Mark nodded.

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

along some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia and

noon by the time

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

steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her

Danna hastily

car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat

rather frightened of

Waylen an

way. It was no

rush to

he settled Rena onto his lap

come by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

Zack is set to

Waylen grinned.

and still 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

prefer to be a lawyer. After

words with a tender

anything, I want to

man, providing his wife and children with the

a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered around Rena

content with his work in the

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

at the luxurious villa, she was greeted

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

shifted the moment she entered

knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs.

emanated softly from

her in,” she

opened, revealing

green leather sofas sat beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth feel

a floral dress, her long

a mature and

but think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare to entertain any inappropriate

up Rena, the latter lifted her

it. Please, have a

from Rena

the servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee

Ruth sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t

favor to ask

Aline, but Aline had a strong

deep breath, Ruth couldn’t

is quite adept at 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

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

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

the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene,

extended her slender finger and traced a delicate path on

had quite a bit of snow

was a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden

a softer tone, “Even though you work for

didn’t

a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers are young and

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth nodded

Rena didn’t want to say too much, She just asked softly, “Are you willing to help

Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth

hadn’t expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment industry, were destined to face consequences

lingered a while

car approaching the yard heralded

Alexis and Leonel

She touched his face with her cold little hand

out a cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted to cradle

reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper

Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again!

soiled pants and replacing them with fresh ones, In the midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue.

then proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

get

her chin with her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you

and, with a faint blush, turned his attention

diaper change was complete, Marcus was carried

hungry,” Alexis

inside out,

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

Alexis, however, wished to join

urged Alexis to read alongside

of quiet and familial beauty,

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 reflection, she realized that Rena had made this choice

crossed paths with

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

was a miserable

applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing

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 the tap and splashed cold

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

she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette. Her allure