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

the villa. In addition to the gift, he

keep it hidden

he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be

decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone in need, and I actually

had not been entangled

words, Waylen suddenly

“Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share these things with me in the

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

gently pushed him away and

didn’t you tell me

hands cupping the back of her head

Waylen irresistibly

an enigmatic blend of passion and

from adding

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

resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action

please. The servants will gossip and how could I face

and oblivious, but the

playfully bit his lip, stating, “They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s natural for us

intense gaze, Rena focused on

voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly care for me, then

eyes averted for

to ignore what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a

Waylen chuckled.

he let Rena cook and then took a few

went to take

were in

about his departure from

question,

feelings for him, Rena acknowledged

felt it was too

experienced an on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again,

*

felt a

dinner, but when facing Alexis,

she leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of

Alexis murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of mom

a slight cough, taken aback by

with contentment. “In the end,

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her

into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores

aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself.

dad and

tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad

Rena’s embrace, Alexis

glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a faint smile at

tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk before you

Alexis was too drowsy to comply and refused

the 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 offer

accepted the milk, sipping

adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long

of delicate skin adorned her

help but admire her

milk, Rena handed the glass back to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the light when

whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will

“Let such

and he softly voiced, “I

could respond,

Waylen opened the door, the sound

showered the

middle of the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating the city’s

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace

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

trembled

Rena’s arms, yearning to

carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

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

wind blew open

the room instantly,

no hesitation,

in a blanket and resolved to

the door,

took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead.

herself unable to resist as fear and

other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them

Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him even as they

coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into his protective

muscles and

gaze

midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the

heart softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out

you asleep?” he inquired

his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer,

and

as a backdrop

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

to

that he never

Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he had been watching

murmured softly, “I’ll go

move, he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena

didn’t utter

he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss

fervent

were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It

gazed at him, finding

but, with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

her silk nightdress, provoking

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating,

coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her