A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Mark kissed Alexis once more and walked away with determined steps.

He entered the car and sat in silence. The chauffeur softly inquired, “Mr. Evans, where shall we go now?”

Mark gently extended his palm, revealing a faint pink scar.

In a low voice, he instructed, “Sky Road No.19.”

The chauffeur had worked for him for a long time, and though Mark had never explicitly mentioned it, a few years ago he used to come to Duefron for one or two nights every week.

That apartment was Mark’s discreet retreat for his romantic liaisons.

An hour later, the car arrived at the apartment. Mark ascended the stairs on his own.

The apartment spanned approximately 120 square meters and boasted opulent decorations.

It had been a while since he last set foot in this place. Dust had settled on the furniture, indicating that the mistress of the house hadn’t been here in a long time either.

Mark brushed off a spot on the sofa and took a seat.

He smoked in tranquil silence.

In truth, he had considered marrying her.

However, their age difference was a significant hurdle Moreover, their relationship resembled more of a fleeting encounter than a lasting connection. After a considerable amount of time, Mark called his secretary, his voice hoarse.

“Peter, help me locate Cecilia!”

Peter was taken aback by his request.

He didn’t anticipate his boss mentioning that name again.

“Just look into it,” Mark said nonchalantly.

Peter regained his composure and promptly responded, “Yes, sir.”

Mark hung up the phone, closed the door and departed.

Once he descended the stairs, his trace of melancholy seemed to vanish completely.

*

At twilight.

As soon as Waylen stepped out of the car, a servant informed him of Mark’s visit.

Waylen expressed that he already knew.

He scanned the surroundings and spotted Rena in the kitchen.

Rena was busy cooking dinner, the ingredients clearly prepared with Mark in mind. Waylen couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. Since they reconnected, Rena seldom cooked, but today she had gone to great lengths to prepare a variety of dishes for Mark.

She focused on her culinary tasks, her silhouette exuding a graceful elegance.

Waylen found her beautiful whenever he laid his eyes on her.

He entrusted his coat to the servant and approached Rena, his voice filled with curiosity. “Uncle Mark has been here? What did he say?”

Rena stood at the stove, frying fish.

She cast a brief glance at him and playfully corrected, “It’s my uncle, not yours!”

Waylen couldn’t help but be moved by the laughter dancing in her eyes. He didn’t fuss over the distinction she made, saying, “I’LL Lend you a hand!”

Rena declined his offer, stating, “Just go and stay with Lexi!”

Lowering his voice, Waylen confessed, “Right now, I’d rather be with you!”

Sensing the atmosphere, the kitchen servants discreetly made their exit.

Waylen boldly enveloped Rena’s waist with his arms, planting a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, and murmured vaguely, “Mrs. Fowler, your skin is radiant and enticing!”

“I am not Mrs. Fowler”

“But you are! We have shared countless moments of intimacy, we were married and have a child together!”

He was being unreasonable!

Rena had endured his advances several times. With genuine concern, she suggested, “You should visit the andrology department! I worry about your well-being!”

Waylen chuckled and didn’t take it further.

He pecked her cheek and declared, “I’m going to take a shower!”

Yet as soon as he departed from the kitchen, a servant discreetly whispered to him, “Mr. Coleman is here! He wishes to see Mrs. Fowler.”

Waylen furrowed his brow.

Rolling up his sleeves, he commanded the servant, “I will go and meet him. Don’t inform Rena that he has arrived.”

The servant nodded in understanding.

Waylen ignited a cigarette and strolled leisurely towards the villa’s gate.

He had heard from his father that Lyndon was unwell. His father hadn’t disclosed this information to Rena, so Waylen decided to keep it from her as well.

He approached the door.

Upon catching sight of him, Lyndon rushed forward and exclaimed, “Waylen!”

Waylen leisurely exhaled a puff of smoke and grinned. “Mr. Coleman! Please don’t come here again and don’t approach Rena!”

Lyndon appeared disappointed.

He raised his gaze and explained earnestly, “I’m not pressuring Rena to undergo a bone marrow matching with me. I simply wish to see her!”

He held gifts in his hands.

Some were intended for Rena, while others were for Alexis.

Waylen glanced at him and scorned, “If you don’t want her to be your donor, then why have you come to see her now?”

Lyndon’s expression froze. He stumbled over his words, “That was thoughtless of me.”

Waylen didn’t hold much respect for him.

He disdained Lyndon partly due to his treatment of Rena.

Additionally, the Fowler family was certain that it was Elvira who pushed Cecilia into the water, information that the Coleman family was already aware of. Yet, they continued to exploit this knowledge and recklessly threaten the Fowler family for years!

Waylen then said sternly, “You have overstayed your welcome! Don’t come back again. I don’t want Rena to be hurt again!”

Lyndon persisted, still imploring him.

departed with an air of nonchalance,

Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the

attempted to keep

he reentered the

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware of

me earlier. Waylen, you don’t have to worry about me. I had already decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone in need, and I actually signed up for it

Rena had not been entangled

Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

me that you’ll share these things

completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting each other through

away

you tell

abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back

found Waylen irresistibly

was an enigmatic blend

from adding fuel

from her lips to her neck, and then to the tender curve behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I linger in your heart?

shoulders, Rena’s action

“Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re not genuinely

but the servants would

individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process

in an intense gaze, Rena

voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly

eyes averted for a

ignore what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a lawyer, your persuasive tongue remains

Waylen chuckled.

down, he let Rena cook and then took a

went to

thoughts were

to inquire about his departure from the

her unspoken question, yet they

that she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged

she felt it was too

had experienced an on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect

*

felt a tinge

dinner, but when

Alexis in her arms

was the prince of

a slight cough, taken

with contentment. “In the end, the prince

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled the

fairy tale book, she prepared

dad and

responded with gentle affection, “Dad and

the warmth of Rena’s

very moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a

she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk before you

was too drowsy to comply and

edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised,

also declined

eyes sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What if I

accepted the milk, sipping

a silk nightdress, and her

delicate skin

couldn’t help but admire her for a lingering

glass back to him and settled

whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your

“Let such

hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights to become our

could

the

showered the season, a

the middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like

refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

Rena reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t be

trembled

Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

contemplated carrying Alexis to

door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning filled the

gust of wind blew open

instantly, soaking the

hesitation,

Alexis in a blanket

about to reached the door, the

and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should go and sleep

as fear and uncertainty gripped her

hand holding Alexis and the other grasping

she clung tightly to him

Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

soothing rhythm,

rested her feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he

gaze shifted

tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their

he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to

you asleep?” he

his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though

closed her eyes and replied, “I’m ready to

of thunder served as a backdrop to their silent

Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here,

managed to drift

only certainty she had was that he never let

Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It

state, Rena murmured softly,

closer. By the time Rena was fully aware, she found herself underneath

didn’t utter a

firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements

met in a fervent embrace and the passion

night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my

him, finding

Alexis right beside them, he

gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a

shoulder and

“Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and