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 and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a

to keep it hidden from

reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to

smile graced Rena’s 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

not been entangled

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

you promise me

us to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and

gently pushed him away

replied, “Oh, is that so? Then why didn’t you tell

trailed off as Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a

found Waylen

was an enigmatic blend of passion

Rena refrained from

behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care

on his shoulders, Rena’s action

me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could

and oblivious, but the servants would surely see them and

understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s natural for us

in an intense gaze, Rena focused on

you see? If you truly

eyes averted

legs, she teased, “Even though you’re

Waylen chuckled.

Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths until he regained

went to

thoughts were in

inquire about his departure from the

understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to

Rena acknowledged her

she felt it was too

engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time

*

a

mind wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis,

Alexis in her arms and read the

he was the prince of mom when he

cough, taken aback by

with contentment. “In the end, the

Alexis‘ innocent face,

a peaceful slumber,

that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle

about dad and

Alexis tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a

the warmth of Rena’s embrace,

that very moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk.

tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted

was too drowsy to

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

declined

eyes sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What

accepted the milk, sipping it

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

delicate skin adorned

help but admire her for a lingering

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

and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when

responded softly, “Let such thoughts

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

could

Waylen opened the door, the

showered the season,

the middle of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened

Rena reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t

still trembled with

Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

Alexis to Waylen’s

the moment she opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding

of wind blew open

and wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor

no hesitation, Rena

in a blanket and resolved to

about to reached the door, the bedroom

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

to resist as fear and

the other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen

calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to

patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into his protective

muscles and he continued the gentle patting

gaze

such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing

he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching

you asleep?” he

his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though

eyes and replied, “I’m ready

served as a backdrop

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

managed to

she had was that he never

met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It

murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast for

move, he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the

utter

hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head

lips met in a fervent embrace and the passion

power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my fault that I was

at him, finding his

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

her

shoulder

followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her