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.”

he was on a business trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well

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

it’s only been a day,

heart did a little

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

hung up the phone, grinning. He joined

a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

a bittersweet

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

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t

his busy schedule had always

into his glass. Waylen was delighted

a glass of

them continued to chat

ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark

have a few bites,” Mark urged

want to visit his grave, I’ll go with

gazed out of the window at

a hushed voice, she murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark, I won’t

Mark nodded.

the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours of the

along some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia and

was nearly noon by

was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone

couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an

long, Danna hastily

car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended

rather

Waylen

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

rush to

he settled Rena onto

Danna come by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

is set to participate in an Fl car race

Waylen grinned.

3@ and still into racing. I reckon

jealous? I spoil you too.

know you prefer to be a lawyer.

Rena’s words with a

I want to be your

a man, providing his wife and children with the best

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

had grown content with his work in the

chilly, so Rena

and, upon arriving at the luxurious

second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth

she entered the Luxurious villa once

the servant knocked on the study

emanated softly from

in,”

opened, revealing

beside a French window, evoking an air of

a floral dress,

mature and

a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare to entertain any inappropriate

sizing up Rena, the latter

could make it. Please, have a

seat across from Rena but

instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee for Miss

Ruth sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t

had a favor

for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for her and frequently

breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for

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

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

words, Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene, wintry blanket over

finger and traced a delicate path on the frosted

quite a bit of snow this year,” she

was a bit puzzled by Rena’s

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

Rena didn’t

“These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve

request, Ruth

She just asked softly, “Are you

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

appeared so fragile, and 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 sooner

lingered a while

car approaching the yard heralded

Alexis and Leonel

touched his face with her

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

reached over to inspect

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

gently turned 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 give Alexis a

get it?”

her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and

and, with a faint blush, turned his attention

complete, Marcus was

is hungry,” Alexis informed

Alexis inside out, responded without missing a

had taken on 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 it

pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in

Alexis to read alongside

was one of quiet and familial beauty, and it left

for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena

Ruth crossed paths with Aline at a

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

was a miserable

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

wished to

on the tap and splashed cold water on

“But consider what

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