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.”

no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well and implored him to take

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

it’s only been a day, but I

Waylen’s heart

“You’re with her every day, and now

joined

his coat, revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

a bittersweet smile playing on his

guilty for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully,

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

always made him unable

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

a glass

of them continued

been overcome with grief and barely

have a few bites,”

you want to visit his grave, I’ll go

head and gazed out of

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

Mark nodded.

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

take along some gifts he’d purchased

by the

other than Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened

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

Danna hastily

her white sports car drive away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat

rather

Waylen an amused

Danna in such a way. It

rush to get to

settled Rena onto his lap and inquired

by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

race to us. Zack is

Waylen grinned.

racing. I reckon

spoil you too. When you lost

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

halted Rena’s words with a tender

anything, I want to be your

wife and children with the best life possible was of paramount

dream had been to become a

he had grown content with his work in the

so Rena

drove over and, upon arriving at the luxurious villa,

in the study on the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a

she

the servant knocked on the

voice emanated softly from

her in,” she

revealing

an air of opulence, Just

was seated there, wearing a floral dress,

a mature and alluring

such a light.

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

make it. Please, have a

took a seat across from Rena but felt

instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee

Ruth sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t shake her

a favor

Aline had a strong dislike for her

Ruth couldn’t contain herself

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

as Ruth was willing to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she might have been able

be an upstanding person and was no

window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes were falling gracefully once more, casting a serene, wintry blanket

her slender finger and traced a delicate path on the

bit of

a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention of the

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

Rena didn’t

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

request, Ruth

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

nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in

Ruth hadn’t expected such a bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who

a

the yard heralded the arrival of joyous

and

the peacefully slumbering Marcus, She touched his face with her cold little hand

Alexis placed a gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted to

over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed,

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

midst of this, he wiped Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue. While

Alexis

you get it?”

tiny hand, Alexis beamed and

a faint blush,

complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena

hungry,” Alexis

who knew Alexis inside out, responded without

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

turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the

urged Alexis to read alongside

and familial beauty, and it left

young age, was left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena had made this choice herself. Rena had wealth,

paths with Aline

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.

was a

the mirror, leisurely applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing a wicked

aren’t you, Ruth? You know, I truly wished to make you popular,

splashed cold

“But consider what you asked me to do. Waylen is not a man

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