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 and implored

words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing. He couldn’t resist saying

been a day,

too.” Waylen’s heart

“You’re with her every day, and now you can’t stand

grinning. He joined Mark for a drink and some

his coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint red from the

He looked incredibly handsome.

had loosened Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When do you plan to give Cecilia and Edwin a

his glass, a bittersweet smile

postponing his promise to

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she

for Mark, his busy schedule had always made him unable to address his personal

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

poured a glass of wine for

them continued to chat

room. Zoey had been overcome with grief

a few bites,” Mark

grave, I’ll go with

and gazed out

“He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must

Mark nodded.

in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours of the morning, Waylen prepared to

some gifts

noon by the

he found an unexpected guest in the house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who

at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and

hastily took

car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his

rather

Waylen

way. It was no wonder

no rush to get to

settled Rena onto his

by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

still into racing.

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

you prefer to be a lawyer. After I

words with a tender

want to

wife and children with

dream had been to become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered around Rena and their

content with his work in the

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

and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa,

have a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth nodded in acknowledgment and was

the moment she entered

to the second floor, the servant knocked on the study

emanated softly from

in,” she

revealing

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

there, wearing a floral dress,

a mature and alluring

of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t

latter

it. Please, have a seat,”

from Rena

“Prepare a cup of

her coffee, she still

a favor

initially worked for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for

Ruth couldn’t contain herself

flattery. She has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the last event, I

cozy up to those influential figures

upstanding

outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully

extended her slender finger and traced

quite a bit of snow

puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention of the

a tranquil composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though

didn’t elaborate

two tickets from within a nearby book and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next

request, Ruth nodded in

too much, She just asked softly,

Ruth closer and whispered

from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals

lingered a

the yard heralded the arrival of

long, Alexis and Leonel scampered

Marcus, She touched his face with

gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted

He reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and

Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again! She

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

then proceeded to give Alexis a

get it?”

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

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

complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena by Alexis and

is hungry,” Alexis informed

out,

one during their make-believe

however, wished to join in the care of

Alexis to

and familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling

for Rena, who, at such a young age, was left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she

crossed paths

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

a

coat of Lipstick,

know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But you decided to rely on

cold water on her face, attempting to

regained some semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen

as she leaned against the