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.”

reason to doubt

heart swelled

been a day, but

heart did

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

joined

coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s

He looked incredibly handsome.

Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When do

glass, a bittersweet smile playing

his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no

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

had always made him unable to address

Mark whispered, gazing into his glass. Waylen

poured a glass of

of them continued to

Zoey had been overcome with grief

a

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

head and gazed out of

voice, she murmured, “He predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must have brought him

Mark nodded.

the sofa in

along some gifts he’d

by the time Waylen returned

his arrival, he found an unexpected guest in the house. It was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s most formidable

glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air

hastily

car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned

appeared rather

shot Waylen

a way. It was no

showed no rush to get to the

settled Rena onto

come by to

Rena nodded in confirmation.

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

Waylen grinned.

still into racing. I reckon Danna’s been

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

I know you prefer to

words with a tender

want to be

his wife and children with the best

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

had grown content with his work in the

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

and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa,

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

shifted the moment she entered the

they ascended to the second floor, the servant knocked on the study

emanated softly from

in,” she

door opened, revealing the elegantly

an air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth feel as if it

dress,

exuded a mature

when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at

sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her head and offered a

could make it. Please, have a

took a seat across from Rena but felt

“Prepare a cup

her coffee, she still couldn’t shake

favor

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

breath, Ruth couldn’t

several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for

up to those influential figures

since joining Rena’s company, Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to engage in such

the snowflakes were falling gracefully

traced a delicate path

quite a bit of snow this

puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention

“Even though you work for me

Rena didn’t

offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next week’s Fl race, I’ve heard

request, Ruth nodded

say too much, She just asked softly,

Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was

expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the

a while

the yard heralded the arrival of

and Leonel scampered

dashed into the baby’s room and gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his

a gentle kiss

frowned. He reached over to inspect

yourself again! She

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 gentle

give Alexis a mini-lesson on

you get it?” he

chin with her tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded,

gaze towards Alexis and, with a

the diaper change was complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena by Alexis and

is hungry,” Alexis

out, responded without missing a

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

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

urged Alexis to

scene was one of quiet and familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling

left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized

crossed paths with Aline at

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

was a

stood before the mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat of

betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a star. But you decided to

splashed cold water on her face, attempting

croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what

a seductive smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a