A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Softly, Rena uttered, “I can sense your eagerness for marriage now, Waylen… Find a deserving woman to wed. Let the past remain in the past. 1… I cannot dwell on it indefinitely.”

As she spoke these words, the ache of their history resurfaced within her With a swift turn, Rena departed, leaving Waylen

standing in the shadows, observing her silently.

Her driver awaited her, a selection made by Mark. As the daughter of the Evans family, Rena enjoyed a life of opulence and privilege. She no longer needed to entertain clients to secure a business contract or fulfill any obligations. She lived according to her own désires, surrounded by comfort and luxury.

Indeed, there was no need for her to go back to him or anything that reminded her of their past….

Waylen made his way back to the exquisite villa, an enclave meticulously developed by the esteemed Exceed Group.

This opulent residence exuded an air of utmost security and seclusion and it belonged solely to him.

The sleek black Maybach glided gracefully through the imposing ebony gate, eliciting a cascade of radiance as all the lights within the villa instantly illuminated. Accompanied by the delightful symphony of a music fountain, gracefully spurting water, a euphoric ambiance filled the air.

Parking the vehicle with care, Waylen stepped out, and a dutiful servant promptly approached him, ready to attend to his needs.

“Miss Lexi remains silent once more,” the servant reported.

Handing over his coat to the servant, Waylen strolled beneath the moonlit glow of an osmanthus tree.

Meanwhile, Alexis’ mind wandered aimlessly, lost in thought.

Beside her, Waylen crouched down, his gaze brimming with affection as he observed her intently.

Her chestnut locks cascaded in gentle waves, framing her shoulders in a carefree manner.

Her visage boasted petite features, exuding an ethereal pallor. Her eyes resembled lustrous gem stones, her nose was perfectly straight and her lips formed a delicate pout, reflecting her discontent.

Engrossed in her own reverie, she clenched her dainty hand around the osmanthus leaves, plucking them off one by one.

Waylen addressed her tenderly, yet she remained indifferent, completely absorbed in her own secluded world.

Waylen made no effort to carry her away; instead, he chose to squat beside her, providing unwavering company. It was not until half past ten that the young girl abruptly threw herself into his embrace “Today, some kids at school said I have no mother.”

With Alexis in his arms, Waylen escorted her back inside the house.

Caressing her petite head, he assured, “You do a mother, my dear… Your mother possesses the same breathtaking beauty as you.”

Setting Alexis down at the table, Waylen prompted the servant to arrange a sumptuous feast, serving piping-hot delicacies.

Alexis’ voracious hunger urged her to haphazardly scoop food into her bowl, resulting in remnants scattered across the table.

After the meal, a flicker of remembrance crossed Alexis’ eyes, and she gazed at Waylen with longing 1 want my mommy. I want what the other kids have too.”

Sweeping Alexis up into his arms, Waylen ascended the stairs.\

Alexis prepared a bath and following her refreshing shower, she nestled against her father’s comforting embrace.

With tender care, Waylen dried her hair, his eyes overflowing with affection, as he imparted, “Lexi, if you desire a mother, you must fight for it yourself.”

Puzzled, Alexis sensed an incongruity.

If she had to seek out her mother independently what role did her father play in this pursuit?

Waylen maintained his composure as he explained, “I shall enroll you in piano lessons. There, you shall encounter numerous talented female instructors. Should you come across someone with your hair color and striking looks, you can ask her to be your mother. But let’s make a deal first! Don’t tell your true name or my name to anyone, okay?”

Alexis struggled to comprehend.

Waylen proceeded to offer a rational explanation, “If they were to discover who I am, they would covet my beauty and their affection for you would be disingenuous. Just like Miss Carson and Miss Garcia. And we wouldn’t want that, right?”

Alexis pondered over her father’s words and found herself in agreement.

As nightfall approached, Alexis gazed at her reflection in the mirror, contemplating the possibility that someone with her hair color and striking features could indeed be her mother.

Unbeknownst to Alexis, Rena had ceased her teaching career.

However, in the early morning hours, Paisley called Rena from Rouemn, urging her to care for a friend’s child.

Rena harbored curiosity and was about to inquire further when Paisley swiftly changed the subject. “I must take my medication. I have to go.”

Once the call ended, Rena felt a sense of helplessness. After contemplating for a while, she made her way to the music studio.

Approaching the front desk, Rena inquired if such a person existed. And there was!

The individual’s identity remained confidential though. Rena surmised that the child must belong to someone of great importance, and so she patiently waited.

At five o’clock in the afternoon, the receptionist approached Rena, wearing a warm smile. “Miss Gordon, the child has arrived. You may go and have a look.”

Rena didn’t take the matter too seriously.

Setting aside the report she held in her hand, she entered the reception room.

A servant had brought the child there. To Rena’s astonishment, the child was incredibly young. barely reaching a meter in height.

Initially, Rena was inclined to decline, deeming the child too young to embark on a piano-learning journey.

However, when the child turned around, Rena was overcome with a chilling sensation that coursed through her entire being.

The child’s hair possessed a lustrous brown hue and her features were exquisite.

She was undeniably beautiful.

She resembled… she resembled…

Rena’s throat felt constricted, and her composure threatened to crumble. She extended a trembling hand and cautiously touched the child.

Alexis’ excitement even surpassed Rena’s.

She fixated her gaze upon Rena’s brown hair, lovely countenance, slender waist and graceful legs. In Alexis’ eyes, Rena epitomized stunning beauty-a mother tailor-made for her.

Alexis willingly allowed Rena’s touch.

In fact, Alexis nestled against Rena affectionately.

Resting her pointed chin on Rena’s shoulder, Alexis introduced herself, “My name is Lexi.”

Lexi…

Rena was stunned for a moment. The name too, reminded her of her own lost little angel.

She felt a profound fondness for the little girl, yet the pertinent question still needed to be posed.

“What is your father’s name?”

Glistening tears welled up in Alexis’ beautiful eyes.

“My father is a street vendor who sells eggs. People say he’s a profiteer. My mother is no longer with us… Dad is always very busy and there is no one to care for me.”

In a few succinct words, the portrait of a destitute child was painted.

Rena’s heart ached.

away Alexis’ tears, unable to resist the impulse to plant a tender kiss on her cheek. In that fleeting moment, Rena’s heart

Alexis the art

needed to cradle the little

a joyful expression. However,

stifle Alexis’

and requested

Alexis readily agreed.

and

Rena was taken aback.

Rena’s wildest imagination, She proved to be the

Lexi’s Father…

brow furrowed with

and that realization filled her with a

bright smiles

been exceptionally good today,”

“If I could see Miss Gordon every day, would happily

onto the sofa, tending to his

he narrowed his eyes at her and retorted, “If you desire to see

Alexis sniffled.

over, she nestled herself in her father’s

Waylen remained silent.

Alexis in his arms, his chin resting

playful banter with her father. “If I could see Miss Gordon every day,

settled onto the sofa, tending

at her and retorted, “If you desire to see Miss Gordon, you must find

Alexis sniffled.

she nestled herself in her father’s embrace.

Waylen remained silent.

he cradled Alexis in his arms, his chin resting against her soft, curly

upset her. Lexi sweetie, can you bring your

laid her head upon

She silently consented.

she expressed, “I wish to

had forgotten to purchase a new piano and put it in the villa. However, his little darling, Alexis, yearned to play. And

Maybach came to a halt at

This apartment remained unchanged.

feelings, he would come alone to sit in the living room, quietly lighting

to the

responsibility

entering the door, Alexis expressed

is where Miss Gordon and I lived when we were in a relationship. I gave her

She lifted her head

Waylen crouched down.

“She didn’t know

Alexis didn’t fully comprehend.

an innate sense of pride. “I believe too. If she knew she had

Waylen smiled warmly.

tender kiss on the little girl’s tender cheek, lifting her up and

attended a single lesson, she possessed a natural talent. Her

the French window, his

a white dress with her brown hair flowing freely, she

but

praise from Waylen. However, when their gazes met, she was taken

exuded an

descended the stairs, carrying Alexis in his

let her walk on

Hmm!

help but think that her father had become somewhat peculiar due to

mother.

to a halt at the entrance

This apartment remained unchanged.

feelings, he would come alone to sit in the living room,

would return to the villa once

a responsibility to

Alexis expressed her fondness

raspy voice, “This is where Miss Gordon and I lived when we were in a relationship. I

grew a little anxious. She lifted her head and inquired, “Did she abandon

Waylen crouched down.

serious. “She didn’t know you… She believed…

Alexis didn’t fully comprehend.

possessed an innate sense of pride. “I believe too. If she knew she had a

Waylen smiled warmly.

kiss on the little girl’s tender cheek, lifting her up and placing

possessed a natural talent. Her fingers

French window, his

in a white dress with her brown hair flowing freely, she

but see

head, anticipating praise from Waylen. However, when their

eyes exuded an

on, Waylen descended the stairs, carrying Alexis in

wondered why her father, who usually let her walk on her own,

Hmm!

but think that her father had become somewhat peculiar due

mother.

Waylen deeply yearned for

had to suppress his emotions as much as possible. He felt that it took a toll on

while bathing

lazily reclined on

up Alexis’ phone

I am Lexi’s

be the little girl’s father. Rena had formed a negative first impression of

was Lexi’s

polite communication. She made an effort to update him on Alexis’ progress in piano lessons, adopting a

man seemed somewhat

typed a question mark

brief pause, the

Miss Gordon

felt a twinge

messaged him, requesting him to

the words on the screen, Waylen smiled

in

or birthdays or anything of the

role of Lexi’s father, he could engage in playful banter with

he relished the experience

her onsie, Alexis emerged from

all the messages. He then held Alexis in

Rena

she saw her daughter, Alexis, who bore a striking resemblance to Lexi. And then