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

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

to keep it

soon as he reentered the

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be aware of

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

not been entangled in

suddenly

promise me that you’ll share these things

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

gently pushed him away and continued

is that so? Then why didn’t you

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

Waylen irresistibly

kiss was an enigmatic blend of passion

hesitation, Rena refrained from

the tender curve behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do

his shoulders,

down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them

and oblivious, but the servants would surely

“They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is

in an intense gaze, Rena

do you see? If

eyes averted for

she teased, “Even though you’re no

Waylen chuckled.

then took a few deep breaths until he regained

went to take

were in

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

her unspoken question, yet

him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

she felt it was too

on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect

*

felt a

but when facing Alexis,

Alexis in her arms

murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of mom

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback by Waylen’s

contentment. “In the end, the prince and

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with affectionate

slumber, her soft snores filled the

off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However,

about dad and

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

Rena’s embrace, Alexis

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

tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and

was too drowsy to

of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised,

also declined

eyes sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What if I offer you something

eventually accepted

glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk

glimpse of delicate skin adorned her

couldn’t help but admire her

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

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

“Let

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

could respond, he

the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

the season, a

middle of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating

in

Alexis close, Rena reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid, my

trembled with

in Rena’s arms, yearning

contemplated carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

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

wind blew

the room instantly, soaking the floor near

hesitation,

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to

the door, the bedroom

took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should go

unable to resist as fear

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

clung tightly to him even as they

coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing

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

her feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and

his gaze

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

held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out

you asleep?” he inquired

Rena hadn’t dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer,

her eyes and replied, “I’m ready

rumble of thunder served as a backdrop to

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

managed to drift into

only certainty she had was that he never let go

morning, when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It

Rena murmured softly,

held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time

didn’t utter a

her hands, he restrained her

in a fervent embrace and

during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my fault that

him, finding his defense

right beside them, he refrained from being

his fingers gently explored under her

resist biting his shoulder and firmly

“Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

flushed and