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

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

been a day,

heart did

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

the phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a drink and some

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

he asked casually, “When do you plan

glass, a bittersweet smile playing

postponing his promise

wasn’t as forward as she used

had always made

next year,” Mark whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen was

a glass of

of them continued to

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

at least have a

visit his grave,

shook her head and gazed out of the window at

yet he chose to go through with it.

Mark nodded.

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

take along some gifts he’d

nearly noon by the time Waylen

guest in the house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to

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

Danna hastily took

white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and

appeared rather frightened of

shot Waylen an amused

such a way.

no rush to get to the

Rena onto his lap and inquired

by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

and still into racing. I

spoil you too. When you lost

“Waylen, I know you prefer to be a lawyer. After

a tender

anything, I want

a man, providing his wife and children with the best

become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered

content with

was chilly, so Rena decided to stay

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

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

the moment she

on the

emanated softly

her in,” she

door opened, revealing

green leather sofas sat beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight

there, wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair

exuded a mature and

think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a

was sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her head and offered

you could make it. Please,

across from

to the servant and instructed, “Prepare

coffee, she still couldn’t shake her

favor to

but Aline had a strong dislike for her and frequently caused

breath, Ruth couldn’t

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

influential figures as Aline had wanted, she might have

upstanding person

the snowflakes were

her slender finger and traced a delicate

of snow this

bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention of the

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

didn’t

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

request, Ruth

say too much, She just asked softly, “Are

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

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

a

a car approaching the yard

and Leonel

peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face

cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted

to inspect Marcus’s diaper

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

with fresh ones, In the midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue. While attending to these

to give Alexis a mini-lesson on

get it?”

with her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to

a faint

complete, Marcus was carried over

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis

Alexis inside out, responded without missing a

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

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

to

of quiet and familial beauty, and it left Ruth

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 had made this choice herself. Rena

later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline at

at the portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his anger. He

was a

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

seems you’re facing quite the hardship after betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But you

splashed cold water on her face, attempting to sober

had regained some semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is not a man I can

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