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 of

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

been a day, but I already miss

Waylen’s heart did a little

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

joined Mark for a drink and

his coat, revealing a black turtleneck,

He looked incredibly handsome.

“When do you plan to give

bittersweet smile playing on

for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia.

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

busy schedule had always made him unable

next year,” Mark whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted to hear Mark’s

glass

them continued to

room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon

at least have a few bites,” Mark urged

his grave, I’ll

gazed out of the window at the

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

Mark nodded.

spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s

asked him to take along some gifts he’d purchased for

was nearly noon by

the house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened

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

long, Danna hastily took

sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to be

rather

Waylen

at Danna in such a way. It was no wonder

no rush to get to the

he settled Rena onto his lap and

Danna come by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

and still into racing.

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

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

with a tender gesture, He

want to

wife and children with the

had met Rena, Waylen’s dream had been to become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream

had grown content with his work in

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

the luxurious villa, she was greeted

please go and have a chat with her,” the servant

she entered the Luxurious villa once

to the second floor, the servant knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs. Fowler, Miss

emanated

her in,”

revealing the elegantly decorated

a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just

there, wearing a floral dress, her long brown

a mature and

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

up Rena, the latter lifted

you could make it. Please, have a seat,” Rena

seat across from Rena but felt

and instructed, “Prepare a cup of

sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t shake

had a favor to ask of

Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for her and

deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself any

adept at flattery. She has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During

those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she

be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to engage

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

traced a delicate path on the

had quite a bit of

by Rena’s sudden mention of the

She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason you can’t still keep her

didn’t elaborate

nearby book and offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve

Rena’s unspoken request,

She just

firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth

fragile, and Ruth hadn’t expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that

a while

a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of

and Leonel scampered

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

a gentle kiss on his rosy

reached over to inspect Marcus’s

you’ve wet yourself again! She looked expectantly at

quickly 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

give Alexis a mini-lesson

you get it?” he

chin with her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded,

gaze towards Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned

Marcus was carried over to Rena by Alexis

is hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

who knew Alexis inside out, responded without missing a

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

Alexis, however, wished

to read alongside

was one of quiet and familial beauty, and it

Ruth departed from 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 choice herself. Rena had wealth, ample free time, and a husband who loved her

days later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline

beside Aline but refrained from voicing his anger. He assisted Ruth in making her way to the restroom. Ruth

was a

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

betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But you decided to rely

cold water on

sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you

as she leaned against the wall, producing a