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

addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled the memories

attempted to keep it hidden from

as soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware

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

Rena had not been entangled in

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her

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

just like any ordinary

away and continued cooking,

why didn’t you tell me about your affair with

off as Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as

Waylen

was an enigmatic blend of

from adding fuel to the

ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I linger in your heart? You just

on his shoulders, Rena’s action

“Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and

oblivious, but the servants

a divorce is a gradual

in an intense gaze, Rena

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

averted

what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a lawyer,

Waylen chuckled.

and then took a few deep breaths

then went to take his

were

about his departure from

Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they

that she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

it

on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if things went

*

felt a

but when

she leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms

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

slight cough,

with contentment. “In the end, the

innocent face,

into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

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

dad and

responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a special

the warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

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

as she lifted Alexis and urged,

was too drowsy to

on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her rest. You

declined the

sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What if I offer you something

accepted the milk, sipping

silk nightdress, and her long brown

glimpse of delicate skin adorned her

help but admire her for a

and settled down, murmuring,

a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your

softly, “Let such thoughts

brushed against hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn for

could respond,

Waylen opened the door, the sound of

the season, a rare

middle of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness,

refuge in

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

trembled with

nestled closer in Rena’s arms,

Alexis to

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

wind blew open

inundated the room instantly, soaking

no hesitation,

a blanket and resolved

the door, the

the darkness. With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup

herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen

fears and she clung tightly to him even as they settled on

on the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing

about half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm,

muscles and he continued the gentle patting

gaze

themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled between

as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch

asleep?” he inquired

Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly

eyes and replied, “I’m

of thunder served as a backdrop to

“If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you close in my

managed to drift into

had was that he never

she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how

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

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

didn’t utter

restrained her

a fervent embrace and

You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t

him, finding his defense

with Alexis right beside them, he

under her silk nightdress, provoking

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating,

coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her