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.”

a business trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt him, She

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

been a day, but

too.” Waylen’s heart did a

more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day,

grinning. He joined Mark for a drink and some

black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint red

He looked incredibly handsome.

wine had loosened Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When do you

held his glass, a bittersweet smile playing

promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no longer lurked

wasn’t as forward as she

busy schedule had always made him unable

glass.

glass of wine

of them continued to chat

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

at least have a

his grave, I’ll go

head and gazed out of

“He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through

Mark nodded.

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

to take along some gifts he’d purchased

by the time Waylen returned

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

glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed

hastily took

sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his

appeared rather

shot Waylen an

a way.

to get to

he settled Rena onto his lap and inquired

Danna come by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

into racing. I

“Are you jealous? I spoil you too.

Rena continued seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer to be a lawyer. After I give birth

halted Rena’s words with a

anything, I want to

children with

a

with his

chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for Ruth to

luxurious villa, she was greeted

is in the study on the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth nodded in

the moment she entered the Luxurious

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

emanated

her in,”

door opened, revealing

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

wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down

exuded a mature

such a

up Rena, the latter lifted

it. Please, have

from Rena but felt somewhat

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

coffee, she

had a favor to ask of

Aline had a strong dislike for

deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself

she

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

joining Rena’s company, Ruth aspired to be an upstanding

moment. Outside, the snowflakes were

finger and traced

had quite a bit of snow this year,” she

was a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden

thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no

Rena didn’t elaborate

“These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve

request,

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

thought for a few seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered

believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment industry, were destined to

lingered a

a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of joyous

and Leonel scampered

and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face

gentle kiss on

frowned. He reached over to inspect Marcus’s

Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again! She

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 to be gentle with

give Alexis a

get it?” he

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

towards Alexis and, with a faint

change was complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena by Alexis

is hungry,”

knew Alexis inside out, responded without

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

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

to read alongside

and familial beauty, and

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 choice herself. Rena had wealth, ample

paths with Aline

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

was a

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

facing quite the hardship after betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make

the tap and splashed cold water on her face, attempting

she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is not a man I

lips curled into a seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender