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 of nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which

keep it

he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware

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

been entangled

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her

me that you’ll share these things with me

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

gently pushed him away and continued cooking,

that so? Then why didn’t you tell me about your affair with

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

Waylen

kiss was an enigmatic blend of passion

Rena refrained from adding fuel to the

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

his shoulders, Rena’s action was

now, she whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re

oblivious, but the servants would surely see them

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

intense gaze, Rena

“What do you see?

averted

between his legs, she teased, “Even though

Waylen chuckled.

then took a few deep breaths until he

then went to take his

thoughts were

his departure from the legal world but eventually she

Waylen understood her unspoken question,

for him, Rena acknowledged

felt it was too

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

*

a tinge

mind wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis,

Alexis in her

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

slight cough, taken aback by

end, the prince

innocent face, showering her

peaceful slumber, her

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

about dad and

gentle affection, “Dad and mom share

of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

of milk. He had

cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk

to comply and

bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her rest. You have

also declined

sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What if

Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

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

delicate skin adorned

but admire her for

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

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

softly, “Let

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

Rena could

the door, the sound of

heavy rain showered the

the middle of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows

seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

Rena reassured her, “I’m here.

still trembled with

in Rena’s arms, yearning to

Alexis

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

gust of wind blew

room instantly, soaking the floor near the

no hesitation,

in a blanket and

she was about to reached the door, the

and whispered, “The power is out. And

to resist as

other grasping Rena’s hand,

clung

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

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

muscles and he continued the gentle patting

his gaze

found themselves

held Alexis close, his

you asleep?” he

off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips

she closed her eyes and replied, “I’m ready

of thunder served as a backdrop

weren’t here, I’d

managed to drift into slumber

certainty she had was that he never let go of her

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

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

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

didn’t utter a

hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss her

lips met in a fervent embrace

air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying

him, finding his defense

with Alexis right beside them, he refrained

explored under her silk

shoulder

“Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her