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 him, She simply wished him well and implored him to take care

words, Waylen’s heart swelled with longing.

only been a day, but

heart did

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

phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a

he removed his coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a

He looked incredibly handsome.

asked casually, “When

glass, a bittersweet

repeatedly postponing his promise

innate reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward as

for Mark, his busy schedule had always made

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

a glass of wine

two of them continued

been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon himself to whip

have a

grave, I’ll

head and gazed out

go through with it. It

Mark nodded.

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

asked him to take along some gifts he’d purchased

by the time Waylen returned

was none other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been Waylen’s most formidable rival

couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air

long, Danna hastily took

white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended to be

rather

shot Waylen an amused

a way. It was no wonder she felt

rush to get

he settled Rena onto his lap

come by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

to us. Zack is

Waylen grinned.

into racing. I reckon Danna’s been

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

this, Rena continued seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer

halted Rena’s words with a

than anything, I want to

with the best life possible was of

become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered around Rena and their

had grown content with his work in the

the afternoon, Waylen headed to the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena decided to stay indoors. Instead, she called for Ruth to come to the

at the luxurious

and have a chat with her,” the servant said.

mood suddenly shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious villa once

servant knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs. Fowler, Miss

voice emanated softly from

her in,” she

revealing the elegantly

a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the sight of it made Ruth feel as if

a floral dress, her long

a mature

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

was sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her head

make it. Please, have a seat,”

seat across from Rena but felt

and instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee for

coffee, she still

favor to

had initially worked for Aline, but Aline had

deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself any

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 in an

to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she might

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

words, Rena gazed thoughtfully outside the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene, wintry blanket over the

traced a delicate path

a bit of snow this year,”

a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention of

composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now,

Rena didn’t

for next

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth nodded

say too much, She just asked

few seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her

believed that

lingered a

of a car approaching the yard heralded the

and

gently awakened the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold little hand and said, “Marcus,

placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek

over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed,

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

quickly 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

Alexis

get it?”

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

and, with a faint blush, turned his attention back

was carried over to Rena by Alexis and

hungry,” Alexis informed

out,

her little one during their

turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus. Leonel gently tugged her towards

Alexis to read

and familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling

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

Ruth crossed paths with Aline at a

had someone make sure 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

a miserable

coat of Lipstick, all the while

the hardship after betraying me, aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular, to see you become a

splashed cold water on her face,

voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is not

smile as she leaned against the wall, producing a