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.”

business trip, and Rena had no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well and

listened to her soft-spoken words, Waylen’s heart

a day,

Waylen’s heart did a

interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now you can’t stand one

He joined Mark for a drink

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

He looked incredibly handsome.

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

a bittersweet

guilty for repeatedly postponing his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no longer lurked

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

always made

glass. Waylen was delighted

a glass of wine

of them

Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon himself to whip up a simple noodle

at least have a few bites,”

to visit his grave, I’ll go

head and gazed out of the window at

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

Mark nodded.

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

take along some gifts

was nearly noon by the time

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

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

Danna hastily took

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

appeared rather frightened

Waylen an

in such a way. It

to get

onto his

come by to speak with

Rena nodded in confirmation.

gave tickets to a car race to us. Zack is

Waylen grinned.

still into racing. I reckon Danna’s been spoiling

and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you

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

with a tender

want

and children with

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

content with his

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

the luxurious villa, she

the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with her,”

mood suddenly shifted the moment she entered the Luxurious villa once

on the study door and announced, “Mrs. Fowler, Miss Powell is

emanated softly

her in,”

opened, revealing the elegantly

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

seated there, wearing a floral dress, her long brown hair cascading down

a mature and

of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a

she was sizing up Rena, the latter lifted her head

make it. Please, have a seat,” Rena said

across from Rena but felt somewhat

turned to the servant and instructed, “Prepare

she still couldn’t shake

had a favor to

Aline had a strong dislike for

deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain herself any

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

those influential figures

an upstanding person and was

Ruth’s 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

had quite a bit of snow this

a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention

tone, “Even though you work for me now, there’s no reason you can’t still keep

Rena didn’t

are tickets for next week’s

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth nodded in

didn’t want to say too much, She just

firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered

from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in the entertainment industry,

a

of a car approaching the yard heralded the

long, Alexis and Leonel

She touched his

gentle

frowned. He reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper

yourself again! She looked

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 isn’t a doll, you

proceeded to give Alexis a

you get it?”

Alexis beamed and responded,

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

was complete, Marcus was carried over to

is hungry,”

inside out, responded without missing a

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

its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care of Marcus.

to read alongside

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

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

days later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline at a wine

portly man beside Aline

was a

leisurely applying a fresh coat of

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

the tap and splashed cold water on her

regained some semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “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