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,

keep it hidden from

reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be

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 I actually signed

not been entangled in

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

can you promise me that you’ll share these things

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

him away and continued cooking, displaying

didn’t you tell me about your affair with that

his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a passionate and impulsive

found Waylen irresistibly

enigmatic blend of

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel to

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

his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

down, please. The servants will gossip and how could

but the servants would surely see them and

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

an intense gaze, Rena focused on

see?

averted

“Even though you’re no longer a lawyer,

Waylen chuckled.

then took

then went to take his

were

to inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually she held

Waylen understood her unspoken question,

for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and emotional

she felt it

intimately

*

felt a tinge of

but when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the

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

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback by

sighed with contentment. “In the end, the prince

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face,

a peaceful slumber, her

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

dad

gentle affection, “Dad and

of Rena’s embrace,

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

Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some

to

a tender kiss on

also declined the

suggested, “What if I offer you something else to

idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping

silk nightdress,

delicate skin

couldn’t help but admire

glass back to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please

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

“Let such

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

could respond, he

the sound

the season,

the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating

in Rena’s embrace frightened by

her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid, my

still trembled

nestled closer in Rena’s arms,

Alexis to

the roaring thunder and

of wind blew open

inundated the room instantly, soaking the

no hesitation,

a blanket and resolved to take her 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 dead. You two should go and sleep

as fear and uncertainty gripped her

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

presence seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to

on the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with

rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and

and he continued the

gaze

they found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled

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

you asleep?” he

hadn’t dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though

her eyes and replied, “I’m ready to

served as a backdrop

Alexis weren’t here,

Rena managed to drift into

was that he never let go of her hand throughout the

deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he had

state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go

could move, he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware, she found herself underneath

utter a

hands, he restrained her

fervent embrace

during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed,

at him, finding

with Alexis right beside them, he refrained

fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress,

resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating, “Waylen,

“Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her heart