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

heart swelled

only been a day, but I

Waylen’s heart

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

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

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

held his glass, a bittersweet smile

promise

Cecilia wasn’t as

his busy schedule had always made him unable

his glass. Waylen was delighted

a glass

of them continued to

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

a few bites,” Mark

his grave, I’ll go

and gazed out of the window at

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

Mark nodded.

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

along some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia

nearly noon by the time

sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s most formidable rival

glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about

Danna hastily took her

away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and

rather frightened of

shot Waylen

a way. It

rush to get to

onto his lap

come by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

Zack is set to participate in an

Waylen grinned.

racing. I reckon Danna’s been

I spoil you too. When you lost your memory,

continued seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer to be

halted Rena’s words with a tender gesture, He

than anything, I want

his wife and children with the best

become a Lawyer, but now, his entire

content with

the afternoon, Waylen headed to the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors.

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

a chat

she entered the Luxurious villa once

to the second floor, the servant knocked on the

emanated softly from

in,” she

door opened, revealing the elegantly

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

a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down

a mature and

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

the latter lifted her head and

Please, have a

seat across from Rena but felt somewhat

the servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee

coffee, she

a favor to

initially worked for Aline, but Aline had

taking a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself any

prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the last event, I nearly

those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she might have been able to avoid these

upstanding person and was no longer inclined to engage in such

thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the

extended her slender finger and traced a delicate path on the frosted

a bit of

a bit puzzled by

“Even though you work for me now, there’s

didn’t elaborate

offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next

request, Ruth

say too much, She just asked softly, “Are you willing

beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth

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

lingered a

approaching the yard heralded the arrival

Alexis and Leonel

slumbering Marcus, She touched his

cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on

reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper

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

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

proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on

you get it?”

hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help

a

complete, Marcus was carried over

hungry,” Alexis informed

Alexis inside out,

him as her little one during their make-believe

in his book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to

Alexis to

scene was one of quiet and familial beauty,

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 choice herself. Rena

crossed paths with

drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained

was a miserable

mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick,

wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But you decided to rely

and splashed cold water on her face,

hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is not

as she leaned against the wall,