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.

an air of

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

to keep it

as he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware

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

Waylen suddenly embraced

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

be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting each other through

away and continued cooking, displaying

didn’t you tell me about your affair with that

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

found Waylen irresistibly

was an enigmatic blend

her hesitation, Rena refrained from

her lips to her neck, and then to the tender curve behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I linger in your heart? You just can’t find a way to forgive

his shoulders, Rena’s

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

the servants would surely see

lip, stating, “They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s natural for

in an intense gaze, Rena focused

do you see? If you

eyes averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

down, he let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths until

then went to take

thoughts were

to inquire about his departure from the legal world

Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave it

that she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

it was too

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

*

a

during dinner, but when facing

cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with

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

suppressed a slight cough, taken

contentment. “In the end, the prince and the princess

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her

peaceful slumber,

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

dad and

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

of Rena’s embrace,

that very moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a faint

cheeks as she lifted Alexis and

Alexis was too drowsy to comply

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

also declined the

sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What

idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her

glimpse of delicate skin adorned her

couldn’t help but admire her

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

bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her

responded softly, “Let such

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

Rena could respond, he

the

rain showered the

the middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

refuge in Rena’s embrace

“I’m

still trembled

in Rena’s arms, yearning to

Alexis

she opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding

wind blew

and wind inundated the room instantly,

hesitation,

in a blanket and resolved to take her to

the door,

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

found herself unable to resist as

other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them to

clung tightly to him even

patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and

and he continued the gentle

his gaze shifted to

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

his fingers reaching out to lightly touch

asleep?”

dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer,

closed her eyes and replied, “I’m

thunder served as a backdrop to

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

Rena managed to drift into slumber

certainty she had was that he never let go of her hand throughout

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

softly,

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

utter a

grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements

met in a fervent embrace

the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed

at him,

but, with Alexis right beside them, he

under her silk nightdress, provoking a response

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder

followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

flushed and