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.

with an air of

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

to keep it

as he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware of

as she revealed, “My mother 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

been entangled

suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

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

can confide in me completely. I want us to be just like any

him away and continued cooking,

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

hands cupping the back of

Waylen

was an enigmatic blend of passion and

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding

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

on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged with

The servants will gossip and how could I face them

oblivious, but the servants would surely

individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce

in an intense gaze, Rena focused on

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

averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

he let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths

to take his

thoughts were

from the

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question,

Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

felt it was

relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time

*

felt a tinge

when

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

was the prince

cough,

the end,

Alexis‘ innocent face,

slumber, her

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

dad

Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share

warmth of Rena’s embrace,

the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and

tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged,

too drowsy to comply and

on their daughter’s cheek

declined the

suggested, “What if I offer you

the idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping

golden glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair cascaded gracefully over her

of delicate skin adorned

admire her for a

to him and settled down,

Waylen complied and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering

“Let

he softly voiced, “I yearn for those

could respond, he

opened the door, the sound

heavy rain showered the

the middle of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s

and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

“I’m

still trembled

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning

carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning filled

of wind blew open

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking

hesitation, Rena

wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take

was about to reached the door, the bedroom door creaked

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

unable to resist as fear

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

presence seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed

and he continued the gentle patting

gaze shifted

themselves sharing the same

as he held Alexis close, his fingers

you asleep?” he

his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she

closed her eyes and replied,

as a

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

to

never let go

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

state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast

could move, he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware,

didn’t utter a

her movements

a fervent embrace and the passion

ear, “The power 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 my fault that I was so

gazed at him, finding his defense

Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

gently explored under her

resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating, “Waylen,

coaxes followed. “Are you

Just be quiet.”

flushed and