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.”

reason to doubt him, She simply

soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing.

it’s only been a day, but

heart did a little

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

joined Mark for a drink and some

removed his coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face

He looked incredibly handsome.

casually, “When do you plan to give Cecilia and

glass, a bittersweet smile playing on his

repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no longer

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she used

for Mark, his busy schedule had always made him unable

whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted

a glass of wine for

of them continued to chat

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

at least have a few

grave, I’ll go with

shook her head and gazed out of

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

Mark nodded.

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

take along some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia

was nearly noon by

Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s

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

hastily took

car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended

appeared rather frightened

shot Waylen an amused

a way. It was

showed no rush to

onto

by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

racing. I

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

Rena continued seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer to be

a

anything, I want to be your

with the best life possible was of

had been to become a Lawyer, but now,

he had grown content with his work in

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

drove over and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa, she was

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

moment she entered

floor, the servant knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs.

voice emanated

in,”

opened, revealing the elegantly

French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth feel as if it were

floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down

exuded a mature and alluring

she saw Rena in such a

up Rena, the latter lifted

you could make it. Please, have a

across from Rena but

the servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee for

her coffee, she still couldn’t

had a favor to ask

had

breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself any

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

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

moment. Outside, the snowflakes

her slender finger and traced a delicate path on

bit of snow this year,”

puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention

a tranquil composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason you

Rena didn’t

retrieved two tickets 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 young and handsome. I believe

request, Ruth nodded in

She just asked softly,

thought for a few seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her

Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment industry, were destined to face

a while

car approaching the

and Leonel

the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her

a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted to cradle

to inspect Marcus’s diaper

you’ve wet yourself again! She looked expectantly at

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

then proceeded to give Alexis

get it?”

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

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

Marcus was carried over to Rena

is hungry,” Alexis informed

inside out, responded without missing a

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

quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel gently tugged her towards

urged Alexis to read

familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling deeply

was left to care for the children. Yet, upon

paths

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

a

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

facing quite the hardship after betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular,

on the tap and splashed cold water on her

sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do.

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