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.”

Rena had no reason to doubt

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

it’s only been a day, but I already

too.” Waylen’s heart

say more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now you

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

turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint red from

He looked incredibly handsome.

wine had loosened Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When do you plan to give

held his glass, a bittersweet smile

repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger

due to women’s innate reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she

always

year,” Mark whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted

a glass of wine

two of them continued to

Waylen 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

at least have a

grave, I’ll go

out

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

Mark nodded.

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

to take along some gifts

by the time

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

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

Danna hastily took

away, Waylen unbuttoned his

rather frightened

Waylen

way. It

showed no rush to get to

settled Rena onto his lap and

by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

to us. Zack is set to participate

Waylen grinned.

3@ and still into racing. I reckon Danna’s

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

“Waylen, I know you prefer to be

with a tender

I want to be your

a man, providing his wife and children with

Rena, Waylen’s dream had been to become a

with his work in the business

the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead,

upon arriving at the luxurious villa, she was greeted

and have a chat with her,” the servant

shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious villa

the servant knocked on the study door

voice emanated

her in,”

door opened, revealing the elegantly

beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence,

dress, her long brown hair cascading down her

a mature

couldn’t help but think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment,

she was sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her head

you could make it. Please, have

seat across from Rena but

to the servant and instructed, “Prepare a

she still couldn’t

a favor to ask of

worked for Aline, but Aline had a strong

Ruth couldn’t contain

quite adept at flattery. She has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the last event, I nearly found myself

truth, as long as Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as

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

moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling

finger and traced a delicate path on the

quite a bit of snow this year,” she

was a bit puzzled by

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

didn’t elaborate

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

request, Ruth nodded

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

few seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and 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 Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment industry, were destined to

a while

the yard heralded the arrival of

Alexis and Leonel scampered

Marcus, She touched

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

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

Marcus, you’ve wet yourself again! She looked expectantly at

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 to these tasks, he whispered to Alexis, “Marcus

to give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

you get

and responded, “Leonel, I have you

shifted his gaze towards Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned his

was carried over to Rena by Alexis and

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis

inside out, responded without missing a

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

turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished

to

and familial beauty, and it left

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

Ruth crossed paths with Aline at a

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 Ruth in making her way to the restroom. Ruth ended

a miserable

a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing

truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star.

tap and splashed cold water on her face, attempting to

a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do.

as she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender