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.”

no reason to doubt him, She

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

a day,

heart did a

her every day, and now

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

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

“When

held his glass, a bittersweet smile playing on

for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no

to women’s innate reserve, Cecilia wasn’t

always made him unable to address his personal

gazing into his glass.

glass of wine

them continued to

had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon himself to whip up a simple noodle dish

have a

want to visit his grave, I’ll go

and gazed out of the window

hushed voice, she murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark, I won’t be visiting his

Mark nodded.

well.” Being a dutiful son, Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom.

along some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia and

was nearly noon by

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

She had an unassuming air about

Danna hastily took her

drive away, Waylen

rather frightened of

shot Waylen

been gazing at Danna in such a way. It was no wonder she felt

to get

he settled Rena onto his

by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

tickets to a car race to us. Zack is set to participate

Waylen grinned.

racing. I reckon Danna’s

I spoil you too. When you lost your

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

a tender gesture,

I want to

his wife and children with

been to become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered around

with his work in the business

so Rena decided

the luxurious

the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with her,” the servant said.

shifted the moment she entered

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

voice emanated softly from

her in,” she

opened, revealing the elegantly

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

seated there, wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading

a mature and alluring

Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare to

Rena, the latter lifted her

make it. Please, have a seat,” Rena

took a seat across from Rena but felt somewhat

and instructed, “Prepare a cup of

her coffee, she still couldn’t shake

favor

for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for her and frequently caused

a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t

quite adept at flattery. She has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes

to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she

to be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to

a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a

finger and traced a delicate path on

of snow this year,” she

by

in a softer tone, “Even though you work

Rena didn’t

nearby book and offered a 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 appreciate

request, Ruth

Rena didn’t want to say too much, She just asked softly, “Are you

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

fragile, 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 to face consequences sooner

a while

a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of

long, Alexis and Leonel

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

Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and

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

Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again! She looked

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

proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

get

her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel,

Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned his attention back

complete, Marcus was carried

is hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

who knew Alexis inside out, responded without

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

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

Alexis to

scene was one of quiet and familial

to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena had made this choice herself. Rena had wealth, ample free time,

days later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline at a wine

had someone make sure Ruth 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

was a miserable

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

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 become a

tap and splashed cold

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 a long, slender cigarette. Her