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.”

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

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

only been a day, but I already miss

too.” Waylen’s heart

her every day, and

hung up the phone, grinning. He joined Mark for

revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint

He looked incredibly handsome.

he asked casually, “When do

glass, a bittersweet smile playing on his

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

Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she used to

his busy schedule had always made him unable to

gazing into his glass. Waylen

a glass of

them continued to chat

Meanwhile, Mark ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome

have a

you want to visit his grave, I’ll go with

her head and gazed out of the window at the

murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must

Mark nodded.

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

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

by the time Waylen returned

sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had

at Danna. She had an

Danna hastily took

Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to

appeared rather frightened

Waylen

at Danna in such a way. It was

to get to

Rena onto

by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

to us. Zack is set to participate

Waylen grinned.

racing. I reckon Danna’s been spoiling

handsome face and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I

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

words with a tender

anything, I want to

children with the best life possible was of

to become a Lawyer, but now,

had grown content with his

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

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

the study on the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a

mood suddenly shifted the moment she entered the

the servant knocked on the study door

voice emanated

in,”

door opened, revealing the elegantly

an air of opulence, Just

wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down

exuded a mature

when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t

she was sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her head

glad you could make it. Please,

across from Rena

“Prepare a cup

Ruth sipped her coffee, she

favor

worked for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for

taking a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the

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

be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to engage in

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

extended her slender finger and traced a delicate path on the

a bit of snow this year,”

by Rena’s sudden

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

didn’t

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

request, Ruth

much, She just asked

for a few seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely taken aback

that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment industry, were destined to face consequences sooner

a while

approaching the yard heralded the arrival of

and Leonel

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

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

He reached over to inspect

you’ve wet yourself again!

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. You need to be

Alexis a mini-lesson on

you get

and responded,

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

complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena by Alexis and

is hungry,”

Alexis inside out,

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

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

Alexis to read alongside

quiet and familial

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

later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline

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

a

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

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

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

in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me

seductive smile as she leaned against the wall,