A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 731-740

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 nonchalance,

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

attempted to keep it hidden from

as soon as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

to

worry about me. I had already decided long ago that I would donate

Rena had not been entangled

Waylen suddenly

me that you’ll

to be just like any

pushed him away and

didn’t you tell me about your affair with

question trailed off as Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping

found Waylen

was an enigmatic blend of

refrained from adding fuel to

her lips to her neck, and then to the tender curve behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you

on his shoulders,

The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re not

be young and oblivious, but the servants would surely see them and

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

in an intense gaze, Rena focused

see? If

eyes averted

“Even

Waylen chuckled.

cook and then took a few

then went to take

thoughts were in

his departure from

unspoken question, yet they decided to

she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged

she felt it was too

engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis

*

felt a tinge

mind wandered during dinner, but when

headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with gentle

said he was the prince of mom when he read this last

cough, taken aback by

with contentment. “In the end, the prince

Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with affectionate

drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled the

the tranquil ambiance, Rena presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared

dad

tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share

warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their

cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have

Alexis was too drowsy to comply and

the edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on

also declined

huskily suggested, “What if I offer you something

Rena eventually accepted the milk,

silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown

of delicate skin

help but admire her for

him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off

good-night kiss while whispering into

“Let such thoughts

and he softly voiced, “I yearn for

Rena could respond,

the sound

rain showered the

the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness,

awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

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

still trembled with

closer in Rena’s arms,

contemplated carrying Alexis to

roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning

gust of wind blew open

room instantly, soaking the floor

no hesitation,

a blanket and resolved to

about to reached the door, the

took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should go and sleep in

unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped

hand holding Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them to the master

Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly

Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis

her feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he

his gaze

found themselves sharing the same bed,

Alexis close, his fingers

you asleep?” he

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

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

of thunder served as a

weren’t here, I’d

managed to drift into slumber

only certainty she had was that he never let go of

Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how

her groggy state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare

her closer. By the time

utter

grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head

a fervent embrace and the

the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my fault that I was

at him, finding

Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

fingers gently explored under her silk

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder and

coaxes followed. “Are you

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and

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