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,

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

day,

too.” Waylen’s heart did

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

grinning. He joined Mark for a drink

revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint

He looked incredibly handsome.

Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When do you plan

bittersweet smile playing on his

repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia.

innate reserve, Cecilia wasn’t

his busy schedule had always made him

into his glass. Waylen was delighted

poured a glass

them continued

had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it

at least have a few bites,” Mark

his grave, I’ll go with you,”

head and gazed out of the

this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some

Mark nodded.

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

take along some gifts he’d

noon by

the 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

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

hastily

Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended

appeared rather frightened of

shot Waylen an amused

at Danna in such a way. It

rush to

onto his lap and

Danna come by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

racing. I reckon

stroked Waylen’s handsome face and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I

prefer to be a lawyer. After I

with a tender

anything, I want to

man, providing his wife and children with the best life

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

with

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

luxurious villa, she

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

mood suddenly shifted the moment she entered

knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs.

voice emanated softly

in,”

opened, revealing the

air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth feel as if it were all

was seated there, wearing a floral dress, her

exuded a mature

saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment,

the latter lifted her head and offered a warm

make it. Please, have a seat,” Rena said

a seat across from Rena

instructed, “Prepare a cup of

Ruth sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t shake

a favor to ask

for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for

deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

managed 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

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

to be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to

Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling

traced a delicate path on

of snow this year,” she

by Rena’s

a tranquil composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason you can’t still

didn’t

warm smile, “These are tickets for

unspoken request, Ruth nodded in

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

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

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

a while

approaching the yard heralded

long, Alexis and Leonel scampered

dashed into the baby’s room and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her

cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss

reached over to inspect Marcus’s

wet yourself again! She looked expectantly

quickly but 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 Alexis, “Marcus isn’t a doll, you know. You need to be gentle with

Alexis a mini-lesson

you get

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

his gaze towards Alexis and, with a

was carried over to

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis informed

who knew Alexis inside out, responded without missing a

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

its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of

to read

was one of quiet and familial beauty, and

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

crossed paths with Aline at a

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,

truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But you decided to

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

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

a seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a