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

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

keep it hidden from

he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be aware of

is in the same hospital as him. She informed me earlier. Waylen, you don’t have to worry about me. I had already decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone

not been entangled in

Waylen suddenly embraced her

Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share these

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

pushed him away and continued cooking, displaying

so? Then why didn’t you tell me about your affair with that

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

found Waylen

kiss was an enigmatic blend

Rena refrained from adding fuel to

trailed from her 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? Do I linger in your heart? You just can’t find a way to forgive me

her hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s

will gossip and how could

the servants would surely see them

“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

intense gaze, Rena focused

hoarse voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If

eyes averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths until he regained

went to take his

thoughts were in

departure from the legal

her unspoken question, yet they

Rena acknowledged her womanly

it was

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

*

a tinge of

wandered during dinner, but when

Alexis in her

murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of

a slight cough,

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

Alexis‘ innocent face, showering

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber,

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

about dad and

affection, “Dad and mom

the warmth of Rena’s embrace,

milk. He had overheard their

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

Alexis was too drowsy to

Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her rest. You have the

declined the

“What if I offer you something else to

idea, Rena eventually accepted

glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk

glimpse of delicate

but admire her

handed the glass back to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off

while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when

softly, “Let such

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

could respond, he

door, the sound of rain greeted

rain showered the season, a

the middle of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like ethereal

refuge in Rena’s

“I’m here. Don’t be afraid,

trembled

in Rena’s arms,

carrying Alexis to

the moment she opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding

wind

instantly, soaking the

hesitation, Rena

Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take

she was about to reached the door, the bedroom door creaked

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

unable to resist as fear and uncertainty

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

seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung

coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

the soothing rhythm,

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

gaze

themselves

close, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch

asleep?” he

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

she closed her eyes and replied, “I’m

of thunder served as

Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you

managed to drift into slumber

never let go of

deep, penetrating gaze. It

murmured softly, “I’ll go

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

utter a

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

fervent

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

him, finding his

intimacy but, with Alexis right beside

gently explored under her

biting his shoulder and firmly stating,

followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her