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 wished him well and implored him to take care

her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart swelled with

day, but

Waylen’s heart did a little

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

joined Mark for a

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

“When do you plan to give

glass, a bittersweet smile playing on

guilty for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger

due to women’s innate reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward as

had always made him unable to address

into his glass. Waylen was delighted to hear

a glass

two of them continued to chat

room, Meanwhile, Mark ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it

at least have a few bites,”

want to visit his grave, I’ll

and gazed out

through with it. It must have

Mark nodded.

son, Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early

take along some gifts he’d

noon by the time Waylen returned

house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s

steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an

Danna hastily took her

Waylen unbuttoned

appeared rather

shot Waylen an amused

a way. It was no wonder she felt a

showed no rush to get to

he settled Rena onto his

Danna come by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

3@ and still into racing. I reckon Danna’s been

Waylen’s handsome face and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t

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

a tender gesture, He spoke

want to

his wife and children with the

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

grown content with his work in

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

at the luxurious villa,

Powell, please go and have a chat with her,”

shifted the moment she entered the

on the study door and announced, “Mrs. Fowler, Miss Powell is

voice emanated softly

her in,”

revealing the elegantly

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

seated there, wearing a floral dress, her long brown

exuded a mature and

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

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

Please, have a seat,” Rena

across from Rena

servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup

her coffee, she

had a favor to ask

for Aline, but Aline had a strong

Ruth couldn’t contain herself any

prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for

long as Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted,

aspired to be an upstanding person and was no

the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene, wintry

and traced

quite a bit of snow this year,”

was a bit puzzled by

“Even though you work for me now,

Rena didn’t elaborate

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

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth nodded

say too much, She just

nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in

bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment

lingered a while

a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of joyous

Alexis and Leonel

gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold little hand and said, “Marcus,

Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted

frowned. He reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed, “He’s

Marcus, you’ve wet 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

then proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on

you get it?” he

her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded,

towards Alexis and, with a faint blush,

was carried over

hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

who knew Alexis inside out,

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

however, wished to join in

to

quiet and familial

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 had made this

crossed paths

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

a

fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing

Ruth? You know, I truly wished to

and splashed cold water on her face,

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

a seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing