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 nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

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

to keep it hidden from

reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be

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 signed up for it in my early 2@s. My sample has been stored in the bone marrow bank,

been

Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

“Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share these things with me in the

completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary couple,

gently pushed him away and continued cooking,

so? Then why didn’t you tell me about

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

found Waylen irresistibly

kiss was an enigmatic blend

from

to the tender curve behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me,

on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged with

gossip and how could I face them later? Besides,

and oblivious, but the servants would surely see them and

his lip, stating, “They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce

an intense gaze, Rena focused on

Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If

averted

noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a lawyer, your persuasive tongue remains

Waylen chuckled.

Rena cook and then took a few

went to

thoughts were

inquire about his departure from the legal

understood her unspoken question,

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

it

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

*

a tinge

when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

bedtime, she leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read

the prince of mom when he read

slight cough, taken aback

sighed with contentment. “In the end, the

innocent face,

peaceful slumber,

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

about dad and

with gentle affection, “Dad

Rena’s embrace,

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

Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and

Alexis was too drowsy to comply and

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

also declined the

and he huskily suggested, “What

eventually accepted the milk, sipping

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

of delicate skin adorned her

but admire

to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the

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

“Let such

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

Rena could respond,

the sound of

the

the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows

in Rena’s

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

trembled with

nestled closer in Rena’s arms, yearning

Alexis

the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning filled

of wind blew

instantly, soaking the floor near the

no hesitation, Rena

in a blanket and resolved

to reached the

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

resist as fear and uncertainty

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

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

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing

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

abdominal muscles and he

gaze shifted

such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the

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

you asleep?” he

course, Rena hadn’t dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she

and replied,

thunder served as a

expressed, “If Alexis weren’t

to

was that he never let

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

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

firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the

utter a

on her hands, he restrained her

a fervent embrace and the

power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying

at him, finding his defense

Alexis right

fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a response

shoulder and firmly

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

and her