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

barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled the memories shared between him

attempted to keep it hidden

as he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware of

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

been entangled in

Waylen suddenly

you promise me that you’ll share these things with me

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

away and continued cooking,

that so? Then why didn’t you tell me

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

found Waylen

enigmatic blend

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding

“Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I linger in your heart? You just can’t find a way to forgive me yet…

on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and

and oblivious, but the servants

understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is

an intense gaze, Rena focused

you see? If you truly care for me, then just

eyes averted

noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer

Waylen chuckled.

Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths

went to

were in

his departure from the

understood her unspoken question, yet they decided

him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and emotional

felt it was too

before. If they engaged intimately again,

*

felt a

wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale

Alexis murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of

slight cough, taken aback

contentment. “In the end,

innocent face, showering

peaceful slumber, her soft snores

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

dad and

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

the warmth of Rena’s embrace,

milk. He had

as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some

too drowsy to comply and refused to

a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely

declined

huskily suggested, “What if I offer

idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping

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

glimpse of delicate skin adorned her

admire her for a lingering

and settled down,

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

softly, “Let such

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

could respond,

opened the door, the

showered the season, a rare

middle of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid, my

trembled

in Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

Alexis

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning

wind

the room instantly, soaking the floor near the

no hesitation,

a blanket and resolved to take her

the

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

found herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s

she clung tightly to him even

coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

hour, amidst the soothing rhythm,

muscles and he continued the gentle

his gaze shifted to

midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed,

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

you asleep?”

his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer,

her eyes and replied, “I’m

of thunder served as

Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here,

to drift into

was that he never let go of her hand throughout

deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long

murmured softly, “I’ll

pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully

utter

he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss her

lips met in a fervent embrace and

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 his

Alexis right beside them, he refrained from

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a

shoulder and firmly stating,

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her