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.”

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

he listened to her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart

been a day, but I

heart did

was about to say more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every

He joined Mark for

black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a

He looked incredibly handsome.

“When do

a bittersweet smile playing on his

repeatedly postponing his promise to

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

his busy schedule had always made him unable to address

into his glass. Waylen was delighted to hear

glass of

of them continued

himself in Rena‘s room, Meanwhile, Mark ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate,

a few bites,” Mark

want to visit his grave, I’ll go with you,”

shook her head and gazed out of the window

go through with it. It must have

Mark nodded.

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

him to take along some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia

nearly noon by the time Waylen returned

his arrival, he found an unexpected guest in 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 matters of the

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

Danna hastily took

her white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and

appeared rather frightened

shot Waylen

way. It was no wonder she felt

no rush to get to

Rena onto his lap and

Danna come by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

us. Zack is set to participate in an Fl

Waylen grinned.

nearly 3@ and still into racing. I reckon

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

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

Rena’s words with a tender gesture, He spoke

I want to be your

wife and children with the best

to become a Lawyer, but now,

had grown content with

company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided

luxurious villa, she was greeted by a

Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth nodded in acknowledgment and

moment she

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

emanated softly from

her in,”

door opened, revealing the elegantly decorated

of dark green leather sofas sat beside a French window, evoking an air of

a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading

mature and

saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare to entertain

the latter lifted her head

you could make it. Please, have

seat across from Rena

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

she still couldn’t shake

a favor to ask of

worked for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for

taking a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

at flattery. She has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she

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 in

window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were

finger and traced a delicate path on the frosted

had quite a bit of snow this year,” she

puzzled by Rena’s

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

Rena didn’t

offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers are young and handsome. I believe Miss

Rena’s unspoken request,

to say too much, She just asked softly, “Are

firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially

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

lingered a while

of a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of joyous

and Leonel scampered

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 to wake

placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted to cradle

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

yourself again! She looked expectantly at

this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue. While attending to these tasks, he whispered to Alexis, “Marcus isn’t a

to give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

you get it?”

Alexis beamed and responded,

a

was complete, Marcus was carried

Marcus is hungry,”

knew Alexis inside out, responded without

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

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

urged Alexis to

scene was one of quiet and familial beauty, and

for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena had made this choice herself. Rena had wealth, ample free time, and a husband who

later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline at

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

was a miserable

applying a fresh coat

me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see

cold water on her face, attempting to

a hoarse voice, “But consider what

she leaned against the wall, producing a long,