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

villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled the memories shared between

attempted to keep it hidden from

as soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware of

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 has been stored in the bone marrow bank,

had not been

Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

promise me that you’ll

me completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary couple,

pushed him away and continued cooking, displaying

why didn’t you tell me about

her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head

found Waylen

was an enigmatic blend of passion and

her hesitation, Rena refrained from

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?

on his shoulders,

she whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later?

oblivious, but the servants would surely see them

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

an intense gaze,

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

averted for

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

Waylen chuckled.

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

then went to

thoughts were

departure from the legal world but

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question,

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

it

If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this

*

a tinge

wandered during dinner, but when

Alexis in her

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

a slight cough, taken aback by

“In the end, the prince and the princess get

at Alexis‘ innocent face,

into a peaceful slumber,

ambiance, Rena presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to her surprise,

about dad and

with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a special

of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their

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

too drowsy to

tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised,

also declined the

and he huskily suggested, “What if I offer you

the idea, Rena eventually accepted

adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown

delicate skin adorned

help but admire her

to him and settled down,

good-night kiss while whispering into her

softly, “Let such

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

could respond,

the sound of rain greeted

the season,

middle of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness, illuminating the

seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened

“I’m here.

trembled with

in Rena’s arms,

carrying Alexis to

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of

of wind blew open a

wind inundated the room instantly,

no hesitation, Rena

wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to

about to reached the door, the

and

herself unable to resist as fear and

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

clung tightly to him even as they settled

bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

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

Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle patting motion on her

his gaze shifted to

the midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the

he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out

asleep?” he

Rena hadn’t dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though her heart

she closed her eyes and

of thunder served as a backdrop

Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here,

Rena managed to drift into

certainty she had was that he never

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

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

pulling her closer.

didn’t utter a

hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss

fervent

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

him, finding his defense

Alexis right beside them, he

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a response from

shoulder

gentle coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and