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 him,

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

day, but

heart did a

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

grinning. He joined

black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint

He looked incredibly handsome.

and he asked casually, “When

glass, a bittersweet smile playing

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

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

for Mark, his busy schedule had always

gazing into his glass.

poured a glass of

them continued to

been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon himself to whip up a simple noodle dish for

least have a few bites,”

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

shook her head and gazed out of the window at the

predicted this ending, yet he chose to go through

Mark nodded.

a dutiful son, Mark spent the night on the sofa in

along some gifts he’d purchased

nearly noon by the

Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had

help but steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her and seemed somewhat apprehensive in

Danna hastily

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

appeared rather frightened

Waylen an amused

way. It was no wonder she

showed no rush to get to

onto his lap

Danna come by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

tickets to a car race to us. Zack is set

Waylen grinned.

nearly 3@ and still into racing. I reckon

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

this, Rena continued seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer to be a lawyer. After

halted Rena’s words with a tender gesture, He

want

his wife and children with

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

with his work

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

arriving at the luxurious villa,

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

the moment she entered the Luxurious villa once

knocked on

emanated softly

in,” she

revealing

dark green leather sofas sat beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence,

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

mature and alluring

help but think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light. Yet, at this moment, Ruth

Rena, the latter lifted her

make it. Please, have a

a seat across from Rena but felt

turned to the servant and instructed, “Prepare a cup of coffee for

sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t

had a favor

worked for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike

breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

at flattery. She has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes

willing to cozy up to those influential figures as Aline had wanted, she

Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and was no longer inclined to engage in such

the

traced a delicate path on the frosted

a bit of

a bit puzzled by Rena’s sudden mention of

continued in a softer tone, “Even though you

Rena didn’t

tickets for

Rena’s unspoken request, Ruth nodded in

want to say too much, She just asked softly, “Are

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

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

a

car approaching the yard heralded

Alexis and Leonel scampered

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

gentle kiss

He reached over to inspect Marcus’s

you’ve wet yourself again! She looked expectantly

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

proceeded to give Alexis a mini-lesson on diaper

get it?”

Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help me, don’t

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

was carried over to Rena by

Marcus is hungry,” Alexis

Alexis inside out, responded

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

however, wished to join in the care

Alexis to read alongside

of quiet and familial beauty, and it left

to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena had made this choice

Ruth crossed paths with Aline at

bit too much to drink. Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained

a

applying a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the

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

turned on the tap and splashed cold water

croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what you asked me

she leaned against the wall, producing a long, slender cigarette. Her allure