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 of nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

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

keep it

reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware of

lips 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 blood and bone marrow to someone in need, and I actually

had not been entangled in

her words, Waylen suddenly

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

be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting

pushed him away and continued cooking, displaying

you tell me about your affair with

the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a passionate and impulsive

Waylen

was an enigmatic blend of

hesitation, Rena refrained from adding

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

on his shoulders,

please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides,

but the servants would surely see them and

divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that

intense gaze,

you see? If you truly

averted for a

to ignore what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though

Waylen chuckled.

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

then went to take

were

about his departure from the legal world

unspoken question, yet they decided

for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and

felt it was

an on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect

*

a tinge of

mind wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis,

against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy

prince of mom

cough,

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

Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with affectionate

a peaceful slumber, her soft snores

tranquil ambiance, Rena presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale

dad and

gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a

of Rena’s embrace,

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

cheeks as she lifted Alexis

drowsy to comply and

planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek

also declined

huskily suggested, “What

accepted the milk, sipping

silk nightdress, and her long

of delicate skin adorned

help but admire

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

kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share

“Let such thoughts

“I yearn for those nights

could respond, he

door, the sound

heavy rain showered the season, a

of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like

in Rena’s embrace

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

still trembled

arms, yearning to

contemplated carrying Alexis to

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

of wind

inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor

hesitation, Rena

a blanket and resolved to take

to reached the door, the bedroom

clad in a bathrobe, approached them through the darkness. With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The

to resist as fear and

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

fears and she clung tightly to him even

patiently coaxed Alexis,

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

muscles and

gaze shifted

tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled between

Alexis close, his fingers reaching

you asleep?” he

tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer,

and replied,

served as a backdrop to their silent

a gentle tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t

Rena managed to drift into slumber

was that he never let

when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long

Rena murmured softly,

held her wrist, pulling her closer.

utter a

restrained her movements and lowered his head to

fervent embrace and

into her ear, “The power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed,

gazed at him, finding his

right beside

explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a response

shoulder and firmly stating,

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her heart