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.”

trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt him, She

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

been a day, but

heart did a

more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every

joined Mark for a

a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint red from

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

glass, a bittersweet smile playing on his

guilty for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia.

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

always made him

glass. Waylen was

glass

them

himself in Rena‘s room, Meanwhile, Mark ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took

at least have a few

his grave, I’ll go with

her head and gazed out of the window at

go through with it. It must have brought him some peace. Mark, I won’t be visiting

Mark nodded.

the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the early hours of the morning, Waylen prepared to

along some gifts

noon by

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

glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed

Danna hastily took

away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended

appeared rather

shot Waylen an

at Danna in such a way. It was

showed no rush to

Rena onto his lap and inquired

Danna come by

Rena nodded in confirmation.

is set to participate in an Fl

Waylen grinned.

into racing. I reckon Danna’s been

“Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory,

of this, Rena continued seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer to be a

words with a tender

want

wife and children with the best life possible was of paramount

had met Rena, Waylen’s dream had been to become a

with his work in the business

so Rena decided to stay

over and, upon arriving at the luxurious

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

the moment she entered

the servant knocked on the

emanated softly from

her in,” she

door opened, revealing the

sofas sat beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the

dress, her long brown hair

a mature

when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth didn’t dare to entertain any inappropriate

she was sizing up Rena, the latter

it. Please, have

across from Rena but felt somewhat

instructed, “Prepare a cup

her coffee, she still

favor

Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike for her and frequently

taking a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself

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

up to those influential figures as Aline

company, Ruth aspired to be an upstanding

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

finger and traced a delicate path on the

quite a bit of

by Rena’s sudden mention

held a tranquil composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason you can’t still

Rena didn’t elaborate

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

unspoken request, Ruth

too much, She just asked softly,

Ruth closer and whispered

appeared so fragile, and Ruth hadn’t expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment industry, were

lingered a

car approaching the yard heralded the arrival of

and Leonel

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

let out a cute cry. Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his

inspect Marcus’s diaper and

you’ve wet yourself again! She

soiled pants and replacing them with fresh ones, In the midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a

Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

you get

beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help me,

gaze towards Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned

the diaper change was complete, Marcus was carried

hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

Alexis inside out, responded without

her little one during their make-believe games. Rena calmly prepared

wished to join in the care of Marcus.

urged Alexis to read alongside

and familial beauty,

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 had wealth, ample free time, and a husband who loved her

crossed paths with

swiftly 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.

a miserable

before the mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all

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

splashed cold water on her face, attempting to sober

sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is

against the wall,