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

listened to her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing. He couldn’t resist saying

day, but I

too.” Waylen’s heart did a little

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

He joined Mark

turtleneck, Waylen*s

He looked incredibly handsome.

wine had loosened Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When do you

his glass, a bittersweet smile playing on his

felt guilty for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully,

wasn’t as forward as she used to

busy schedule had always

into his glass. Waylen was delighted to hear

a glass of wine for

them continued to chat

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

have a few bites,” Mark

visit his grave, I’ll

head and gazed out of the

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

Mark nodded.

Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early

asked him to take along some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia

by the time Waylen returned

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

couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed somewhat apprehensive in his

hastily took

drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended

appeared rather

shot Waylen an amused

a way. It was no wonder

no rush to get to the

onto his

come by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

Zack is set to participate in an Fl car race next

Waylen grinned.

nearly 3@ and still into racing. I

handsome face and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t

you prefer to be a

Rena’s words with a tender gesture, He spoke

anything, I want

providing his wife and children with

dream had been to become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered

grown content with his work in

the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for

at the luxurious

Fowler is in the study on the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth nodded in acknowledgment and was led inside

she entered the

the second floor, the servant knocked on the study

emanated

in,”

opened, revealing

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

there, wearing a floral dress, her

mature and alluring

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

the latter lifted her head and

make it. Please, have

took a seat across from

servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup

coffee, she still couldn’t shake

had a favor to ask of

Aline had a strong

taking a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t

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

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

upstanding

Ruth’s words, Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes

extended her slender finger and traced a delicate path on

bit of snow this year,”

was a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention of the

thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for

Rena didn’t

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

Rena’s unspoken request,

much, She just asked

closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely taken aback by

so fragile, and Ruth hadn’t expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like

a

the yard heralded

Alexis and Leonel scampered

She touched his face with her cold little hand and

out a cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his

reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper

you’ve wet yourself again!

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, “Marcus isn’t a doll, you know. You need

to give Alexis a mini-lesson

you get it?” he

hand, Alexis beamed and responded,

shifted his gaze towards Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned his attention

Marcus was

is hungry,” Alexis informed

who knew Alexis inside out, responded without missing

one during their make-believe games. Rena calmly prepared a bottle of milk and fed it to

however, wished to join in the

Alexis to read alongside

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

but feel a pang of sympathy for Rena, who, at such a young age, was left to care for the children. Yet,

days later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline at a

bit too much to drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his anger.

a

a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing

aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But

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

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

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