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.

air

villa. In addition to the gift, he held a

attempted to keep it hidden

as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware

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 in my early 2@s. My sample

had not been entangled in

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced

“Rena, can you promise me that

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

him away and

“Oh, is that so? Then why didn’t you tell me about

Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in

Waylen irresistibly

was an enigmatic blend

refrained from

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

resting on his shoulders,

gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re

be young 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

an intense gaze, Rena focused

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

eyes averted for

his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer

Waylen chuckled.

setting her down, he let Rena cook and then took a

then went to

were

to inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually she held

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to

him, Rena acknowledged her

felt it

before. If they engaged intimately again,

*

a tinge of

mind wandered during dinner, but when

Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with

prince

suppressed a slight cough, taken

end, the prince and

innocent face, showering

peaceful slumber,

the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to her surprise, Alexis spoke

dad

affection, “Dad and mom share a special

of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

milk. He had

as she lifted Alexis and

drowsy to comply and refused to

bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let

also declined the

he huskily suggested, “What if

accepted the milk, sipping

adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair cascaded gracefully

of delicate skin

admire her for

to him and

Waylen complied and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will

softly, “Let such thoughts

voiced, “I yearn for those nights

Rena could respond,

door, the sound of rain

heavy rain showered the season, a rare

the middle of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like ethereal

refuge in Rena’s embrace

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

trembled

Rena’s arms, yearning to

Alexis

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning filled the

of wind blew

the room instantly, soaking the floor near

no hesitation,

Alexis in a blanket and resolved

about to reached the door, the bedroom door

darkness. With a gentle gesture, he 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

resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

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

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

coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into

abdominal muscles and

gaze shifted to

they found themselves sharing the

Alexis close, his

asleep?”

course, Rena hadn’t dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly

she closed her eyes and

as a backdrop to

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

Rena managed to drift

only certainty she had was that he never let go of her hand throughout the

Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It

murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast

her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware, she found

utter a

her movements and lowered

lips met in a fervent

wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my

gazed at him,

with Alexis right beside them,

fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a

shoulder and

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her