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.”

he was on a business trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well and implored him

heart swelled with longing. He couldn’t resist saying something

a day, but I

Waylen’s heart

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

the phone, grinning. He joined

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

and he asked casually, “When

his glass, a bittersweet smile

postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she used to

Mark, his busy schedule had always made

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

a few bites,” Mark urged

you want to visit his grave, I’ll go

gazed out of the

he chose to go through with

Mark nodded.

Mark spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early

some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia

was nearly noon by the time Waylen returned

than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s

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

hastily

Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to

appeared rather frightened of

shot Waylen an

a way. It was no wonder she felt a little

rush to

settled Rena onto his lap

come by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

racing. I

handsome face and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop you from being a

I know you prefer to be a lawyer.

a tender gesture, He spoke

than anything, I want to be your

his wife and children with the best life possible was of paramount

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

he had grown content with his work in the

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

at the luxurious villa, she was greeted by

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

shifted the moment she entered the

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

voice emanated softly from

her in,” she

opened, revealing the

beside a French window, evoking an air of

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

mature and alluring

Rena in such a light. Yet, at this

Rena, the latter

you could make it. Please, have a

a seat across from

turned to the servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup of

her coffee, she still couldn’t

a favor to ask of

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

a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

several prominent individuals, and she constantly

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

to be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to

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

extended her slender finger and traced a

quite a bit of snow this year,”

bit puzzled by Rena’s

“Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason you can’t

Rena didn’t

“These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard the racers are young and handsome. I

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth

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

Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in

Ruth hadn’t expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who

lingered a

a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of joyous

long, Alexis and Leonel

gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face

Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted to

to inspect Marcus’s

exclaimed, “Oh, Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again! She looked

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 a doll, you know.

proceeded to give Alexis a

you get it?”

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

his gaze towards Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned his attention back to

complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena by Alexis and

hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

out,

mother to Marcus, treating him as her little one during their make-believe games.

quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join

to

familial beauty, and

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

later, Ruth crossed paths

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

a

the mirror, 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 you popular, to see you become a star. But you

on the tap and splashed cold water on her face, attempting

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

she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette. Her