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

villa. In addition to the gift, he held a

attempted to keep it

soon as he reentered the

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware of

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 don’t

had not been entangled in these

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share

to be just

him away and continued cooking, displaying

Then why didn’t you tell

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

Waylen irresistibly

enigmatic blend of passion

Rena refrained from adding

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

her hands resting on his shoulders,

servants will gossip and how

oblivious, but the servants

individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that

in an intense gaze, Rena

do you see? If you truly care

eyes averted

teased, “Even though you’re no longer a lawyer,

Waylen chuckled.

then took a few deep breaths until

to

thoughts were in

about his departure from the

question, yet they

for him, Rena acknowledged

felt it was

an on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if

*

a tinge

but when facing Alexis, she emanated

headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale

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

a slight cough, taken

end, the prince and the princess

Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her

drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled the

off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to

dad and

Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom

the warmth of Rena’s

of milk. He had

lifted Alexis and urged,

too drowsy to comply and refused to

the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their

declined

suggested, “What if I offer you something else to

Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping

adorned in a silk nightdress,

glimpse of delicate

couldn’t help but admire

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

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

softly, “Let such thoughts

hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn

could

Waylen opened the door, the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

the season,

the middle of the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

refuge in

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

still trembled

in Rena’s arms, yearning

contemplated carrying Alexis to

the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of

of wind blew open

the room instantly, soaking the floor near

hesitation, Rena

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket

about to reached the door, the bedroom

approached them through the 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 two should go

resist as

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

Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly

coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing

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

rested her feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he

gaze shifted

they found themselves sharing the

close, his fingers reaching out

you asleep?” he inquired

his tender touch, his

eyes and replied,

of thunder served as a backdrop to

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

managed to drift into slumber

had was that he never let go of her hand

morning, when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he had been

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

he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware,

utter

grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his

fervent embrace and

whispered into her ear, “The power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena…

gazed at him, finding

with Alexis right beside them,

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a response from

biting his shoulder and firmly

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her heart