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.”

doubt him, She simply wished him well and

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

it’s only been a day, but

Waylen’s heart did

more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day,

hung up the phone, grinning. He joined Mark for

revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s

He looked incredibly handsome.

he asked casually, “When do you plan to

a bittersweet smile

promise to

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

busy schedule had always made him unable to address his personal

glass. Waylen

a glass of

two of them continued

into the night, Waylen found himself in Rena‘s room, 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 a simple noodle dish for

have a few bites,” Mark

want to visit his grave, I’ll go

and gazed out of the window at

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

Mark nodded.

spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom.

him to take along some

was nearly noon by the time Waylen

other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s

at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed somewhat apprehensive

hastily

car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended

rather frightened

Waylen

way. It was no wonder

rush to get

Rena onto his lap and inquired

by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

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

face and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you

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

words with a tender gesture,

anything, I want to be your

his wife and children with

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

he had grown content with his work in the

headed to the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena

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

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

the moment she entered the

the second floor, the servant knocked on the

emanated softly

in,”

opened, revealing

an air of opulence, Just the sight

there, wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down

exuded a mature

but think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a

was sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her

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

took a seat across from

turned to the servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup of

coffee, she

had a favor to

for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for her

Ruth couldn’t contain

gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she

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

Rena’s company, Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined

outside the window for a moment. Outside, the

traced a delicate path on

quite a bit of

bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden

tranquil composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for

didn’t elaborate

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

request, Ruth nodded

to say too much, She just asked softly, “Are you willing to help

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

from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in

lingered a

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

long, Alexis and Leonel

touched his face with her cold little hand and said, “Marcus,

cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy

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

yourself again! She looked

of this, he 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

to give Alexis

you get it?”

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

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

diaper change was complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena by Alexis

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis informed

knew Alexis 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 and fed

Alexis, however, wished to join in

Alexis to

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

Ruth departed 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 herself. Rena had wealth, ample

Ruth crossed paths with Aline at

had someone make sure Ruth had a bit too much to drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained

was a miserable

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

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

cold water on her face, attempting to

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

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