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 wished him well and implored him to

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

day, but

Waylen’s heart did a little

Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now you can’t stand one day without

the phone, grinning. He joined Mark

coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face

He looked incredibly handsome.

had loosened Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When do you plan to give Cecilia and

glass, a bittersweet smile playing on his

repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger

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

always made him unable

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

poured a glass of

two of them continued to

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

have a few bites,” Mark

his grave,

shook her head and gazed out of the window

he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark, I won’t be

Mark nodded.

Being a dutiful son, Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours of the

asked him to take along some gifts he’d

nearly noon by the

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

a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed somewhat apprehensive

long, Danna hastily

car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat

appeared rather frightened

Waylen an

gazing at Danna in such a way. It was no wonder she felt a little

no rush to

Rena onto his

come by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

into racing. I reckon Danna’s

you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop

seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer

a tender

anything, I want to

children with

met Rena, Waylen’s dream had been to become a Lawyer,

with his work in

outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors.

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

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

the moment she entered the Luxurious villa once

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

voice emanated softly from

her in,”

revealing the

beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of

dress, her long brown

mature and alluring

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

up Rena, the latter

could make it. Please, have a seat,”

across from Rena but felt somewhat

turned to the servant and instructed, “Prepare a

coffee, she still couldn’t

a favor

for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for her

breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself any

to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the last event, I nearly found myself in an embarrassing

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

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

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

extended her slender finger and traced a delicate path on

had quite a bit of

by Rena’s sudden mention of

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

Rena didn’t

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

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth nodded in

say too much, She just asked softly, “Are

Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely taken aback by the audacity of Rena’s

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

a while

of a car approaching the yard heralded the

Alexis and Leonel scampered

the baby’s room and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold little hand and said, “Marcus, it’s time

gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted to cradle

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

yourself again!

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

Alexis a mini-lesson

get it?”

her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and

with a faint blush, turned his

diaper change was complete, Marcus was

is hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

inside out, responded

one during

in his book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care

urged Alexis to

quiet and familial beauty, and it left

young age, was left to care for the children. Yet,

Ruth crossed paths

man beside Aline but refrained

was a

a fresh coat

you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But you decided to

turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face,

in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me

leaned against the wall, producing a