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.

an air of

between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his

keep it hidden from

reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware

donate my blood and bone marrow to someone in need, and I actually signed up for it in my early 2@s. My sample has been

had not been entangled in these

Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

ear, Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me

in me completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting

him away and continued cooking,

why didn’t you tell me about your affair with

her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a passionate and

Waylen irresistibly

enigmatic blend of passion and

from adding fuel to the

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? You just can’t find

his shoulders, Rena’s

me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face

but the servants would surely see

Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s natural for

gaze,

Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you

averted

noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a lawyer, your

Waylen chuckled.

down, he let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths

to

thoughts were

about his departure from the legal world

Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave

Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and emotional

she felt it

If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if things went

*

a

when facing Alexis, she

Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of

was the prince

a slight cough, taken

sighed with contentment. “In the end, the prince and the princess get

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her

drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself.

about dad and

with gentle affection, “Dad

of Rena’s

the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a faint smile

Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some

drowsy to

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

declined the

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

eventually accepted

silk nightdress, and

of delicate skin

help but admire her

and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the

tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your

softly, “Let

“I yearn for those nights to become our cherished

could

opened the door, the sound of rain greeted

rain showered the season,

the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows

and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened

her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid, my

trembled with

Rena’s arms, yearning to

contemplated carrying Alexis

the door, the roaring thunder and blinding

a gust of wind blew

the room instantly, soaking the

no hesitation,

wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved

about to reached the door, the bedroom door

approached them through the darkness. With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power

resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

the other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them to the

mere presence seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly

coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with

about half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into

muscles and he continued the gentle patting

his gaze shifted to

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

as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to

you asleep?” he inquired

dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though her heart

closed her eyes and replied,

thunder served as a backdrop

expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you close in

managed to drift into slumber

was that he never let go of

morning, when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how

murmured softly,

closer. By the time Rena was fully aware,

didn’t utter a

restrained her movements and

met in a fervent embrace

into her ear, “The power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It

gazed at him, finding

with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from

fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress,

his shoulder and

coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her