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

Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his

attempted to keep it

as he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware of

me. I had already decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone

Rena had not been entangled in

Waylen suddenly embraced

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

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

gently pushed him away and continued cooking,

is that so? Then why didn’t you tell

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

Waylen

enigmatic blend

from adding fuel to the

tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t

on his shoulders,

now, she whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re not

might be young and oblivious, but the

bit his lip, stating, “They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re

an intense gaze, Rena focused on

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

averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

Rena cook and then took a few deep

to take his

were

his departure from the legal world but eventually

unspoken question, yet they decided to leave it

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged

it was too

engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if things went

*

felt a tinge

but when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

Alexis in her arms and

was the prince of mom when he

a slight cough, taken aback

the end, the prince

Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with affectionate

drifted into a peaceful slumber,

fairy tale book, she

dad and

with gentle affection, “Dad

Rena’s embrace,

a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and

slight blush tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk before

too drowsy to comply and refused

on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let

also declined the

eyes sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What if I offer

the idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

silk

glimpse of delicate skin adorned her

couldn’t help but admire

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

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

softly, “Let such

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

could

door, the sound of rain greeted

heavy rain showered the season,

the middle of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness, illuminating the city’s

and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

close, Rena reassured her, “I’m

still trembled

Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

contemplated carrying Alexis to

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

of wind

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the

hesitation, Rena

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket

to reached the

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 gripped

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

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

Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis,

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

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

his gaze shifted

midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their child

Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch

you asleep?” he

Rena hadn’t dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips

she closed her eyes and

as a backdrop to

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

to drift

had was that he never let go of her hand

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

Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast

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

didn’t utter

a firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements

a fervent embrace and

air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying

gazed at him, finding

intimacy but, with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from

under her silk nightdress, provoking

biting his shoulder and firmly stating, “Waylen,

“Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

and her