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 implored him

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

been a day, but

too.” Waylen’s heart did a little

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

joined Mark for a drink and some

a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face

He looked incredibly handsome.

he asked casually, “When do you plan to give Cecilia and Edwin

glass, a bittersweet smile playing on

promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no longer lurked

women’s innate reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward as

always made him

year,” Mark whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen was delighted to hear Mark’s

poured a glass

them

into the night, Waylen found himself in Rena‘s room, Meanwhile, Mark ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with

a few bites,” Mark urged

to visit his grave,

shook her head and gazed out of

chose to go through

Mark nodded.

the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom.

along some gifts he’d purchased

was nearly noon by the time Waylen returned

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

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

long, Danna hastily took

sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended

rather frightened

shot Waylen

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

no rush to get

he settled Rena onto his

Danna come by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

and still into racing. I

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

I know you prefer to be a lawyer. After I give birth to

halted Rena’s words with a tender gesture,

want to be your

children with

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

with his work in

Waylen headed to the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided

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

and have a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth nodded in acknowledgment

the moment she entered the

ascended to the second floor, the servant knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs.

emanated softly from

in,” she

opened, revealing the elegantly

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

dress, her long

mature and

of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light.

up Rena, the latter lifted her head and offered

it. Please, have

took a seat across from Rena but

“Prepare a

her coffee, she still couldn’t shake her

a favor to ask of

had initially worked for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for

taking a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

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

Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted,

company, Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined

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

extended her slender finger and traced a delicate path on the frosted

had quite a bit of

by Rena’s sudden mention of

eyes held a tranquil composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work

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 handsome. I believe

request, Ruth nodded

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

seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely

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

lingered a

a car approaching the yard

long, Alexis and Leonel scampered

the baby’s room and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold little hand and said, “Marcus, it’s time to wake

Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy

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

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

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 gentle with

then proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

you get it?” he

hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have

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

was complete, Marcus was carried over

hungry,”

out, responded without missing a

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

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

to read alongside

familial beauty, and

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 wine

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

a miserable

a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while

you’re facing quite the hardship after betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you

on the tap and splashed cold water on her face,

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

curled into a seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender