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.”

doubt him, She simply

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

it’s only been a day, but I already

too.” Waylen’s heart did a

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

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

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

asked casually, “When

held his glass, a bittersweet

promise to Cecilia.

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

his busy schedule had always made him unable to address

gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted to

poured a glass of

them

found 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 up a simple noodle dish for

at least have a few bites,” Mark

his grave, I’ll

out of the window at the brilliant

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

Mark nodded.

night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom.

take along some

was nearly noon by the time

Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone

but steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an

hastily took her

away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended

appeared rather

Waylen an

been gazing at Danna in such a way. It was

showed no rush to get to

Rena onto his lap and

by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

tickets to a car race to us. Zack is set

Waylen grinned.

still into racing. I reckon

you jealous? I spoil you too. When you

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

halted Rena’s words with a

want to be

a man, providing his wife and children with

become a

had grown content with his work in the business

company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she

upon arriving at the luxurious villa, she was greeted by a smiling

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

the moment she entered the Luxurious villa once

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

emanated softly

her in,”

opened, revealing the

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

a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down her

exuded a mature and alluring

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

up Rena, the latter lifted her head and offered a

it. Please, have a seat,” Rena

from Rena but felt somewhat

“Prepare a cup of

Ruth sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t shake

a favor to

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

breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself

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

willing to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she might have been able

company, Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to engage in

the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene, wintry blanket

and traced

bit of

was a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention of the

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

didn’t

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

unspoken request,

Rena didn’t want to say too much, She just

beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely taken aback

and Ruth hadn’t expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment industry, were destined

lingered a while

car approaching the

long, Alexis and Leonel

the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold little hand

cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on

inspect Marcus’s

“Oh, Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again!

but gently turned Marcus over, removing 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

Alexis a

you get it?”

with her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and

and, with a faint

was carried over to Rena by Alexis

hungry,”

Alexis inside out, responded without missing a

little one during their make-believe games. Rena calmly prepared

wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel gently tugged her

Alexis to read

familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling deeply

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 had wealth, ample free time,

Ruth crossed paths with Aline at a

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

was a

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

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

tap and splashed cold water on her face, attempting to

in a hoarse voice, “But consider what

smile as she leaned against the wall,