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.

Waylen departed with an air of nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

stood as a barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift,

attempted to keep it

soon as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware of

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 has been stored in the bone marrow bank, and our bone

been entangled

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

me that you’ll

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

pushed him away and

why didn’t you tell

hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a passionate and impulsive

Waylen

kiss was an enigmatic

from

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?

shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

me down, please. The servants will gossip and

the servants would surely see them and

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

gaze,

“What do you see? If

eyes averted for a

between his legs, she teased, “Even though

Waylen chuckled.

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

to take his

were

inquire about his departure from the

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question,

she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her

it was too

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

*

a tinge

but when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her

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

cough, taken aback

end,

at Alexis‘ innocent face,

slumber, her soft snores filled

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

about dad

affection, “Dad and mom

Rena’s embrace, Alexis

that very moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a

cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have

was too drowsy to comply and

the edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised,

also declined the

suggested, “What if I offer you

eventually accepted the milk,

dim golden glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her

of delicate skin adorned

help but admire her for a lingering

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

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

responded softly, “Let such

and he softly voiced, “I yearn

could respond,

the sound

rain showered the season, a rare

the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

through the darkness, illuminating the city’s

refuge in Rena’s

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

still trembled

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning

Alexis to Waylen’s

opened the door, the roaring thunder and

of wind blew open a

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor near the

no hesitation,

in a blanket and resolved to

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

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

resist as

grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them

presence seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him even as

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis,

hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis

abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle patting

his gaze

themselves sharing the same bed, their child

held Alexis close, his

you asleep?” he inquired

off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly

she closed her eyes and replied,

thunder served as a backdrop

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

managed to drift into

was that he never let go

Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he

groggy state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll

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

didn’t utter a

a firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss her

lips met in a fervent embrace

“The power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that.

him, finding his defense

right beside them, he refrained

her

resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating, “Waylen,

followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her