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.”

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

words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing.

only been a day, but I already

Waylen’s heart did a

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

phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a drink

turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint red

He looked incredibly handsome.

“When do you plan to give Cecilia and

a bittersweet smile

repeatedly postponing his promise

reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward

for Mark, his busy schedule had always made him unable to address his

glass. Waylen

glass of wine for

two of them continued

overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon

least have a few bites,”

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

out of

to go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark,

Mark nodded.

spent the night on the sofa in Zoey’s

some gifts

by the time Waylen returned

arrival, he found an unexpected guest in the house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be

at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed somewhat apprehensive in

hastily took her

sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his

appeared rather frightened

shot Waylen an amused

a way.

rush to get to

Rena onto his

Danna come by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

still into racing. I reckon Danna’s

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

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

with a

than anything, I want to be your

wife and children with the best

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

with his work in the business

weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors.

and, upon arriving at the luxurious

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

suddenly shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious villa

to the second floor, the servant knocked on

emanated softly from

in,”

door opened, revealing the

evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth

wearing a floral dress, her long

a mature and alluring

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

the latter lifted her head and offered

it. Please,

took a seat across from

servant and instructed, “Prepare a

her coffee, she still couldn’t

had a favor to ask of

Aline had a strong dislike for her

deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

she constantly makes things difficult for

up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she

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

outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully

and traced a delicate path on the frosted

bit of snow this year,”

bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden

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

Rena didn’t

simply retrieved two tickets from within 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 handsome. I believe Miss

unspoken request,

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

whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely taken aback by

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

a while

of a car approaching the yard heralded the arrival

long, Alexis and Leonel

touched

Alexis placed a gentle kiss on

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

yourself again!

fresh ones, In the midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue. While attending

give Alexis a mini-lesson

get it?” he

her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and

gaze towards Alexis and, with a

Marcus was carried over

is hungry,” Alexis informed

out, responded without missing

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

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

urged Alexis to

one of quiet and familial

left to care for the

Ruth crossed paths with

drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his anger. He assisted

a

leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the

betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you

cold water

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

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