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.

Waylen departed with an air of nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

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

to keep it hidden

he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be aware of

Rena’s lips as she revealed, “My 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 up for it in my early 2@s. My sample has been stored in the bone marrow

not been entangled

Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

“Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share these things with me in

me completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting

him away and

replied, “Oh, is that so? Then why didn’t you tell me about your affair with that

counter, his hands

found Waylen irresistibly

kiss was an enigmatic

refrained from

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

her hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s

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

but the servants would surely see them and

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

gaze, Rena

“What do you see?

averted for

noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a lawyer, your persuasive tongue

Waylen chuckled.

let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths until

then went to take

thoughts were

his departure from the legal world but eventually

understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave

that she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and

it

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

*

felt a

wandered during dinner, but when facing

in her arms and

prince of mom when he read this

suppressed a slight cough,

“In the end, the prince

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with affectionate

slumber,

Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle

dad

gentle affection, “Dad and

the warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

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

cheeks as she lifted Alexis and

drowsy to comply and refused

planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s

declined the

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

Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping

the dim golden glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and

glimpse of delicate skin

but admire her

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

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

responded softly, “Let such

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

Rena could respond, he

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

the season,

the middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

pierced through the darkness, illuminating

refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

close, Rena reassured her, “I’m

trembled

Rena’s arms, yearning to

carrying Alexis to

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

of wind

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the

no hesitation, Rena

a blanket and resolved to take her to

was about to reached the door,

from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And

herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty

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

she clung tightly

Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

about half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into his

Alexis rested her feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he

his gaze shifted to

they found themselves sharing the same bed, their

as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching

you asleep?” he inquired

Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though

her eyes and replied,

thunder served as a backdrop to

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

Rena managed to drift into slumber

she had was that he never let go of

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

murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast

her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware, she found herself underneath

didn’t utter

he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss her

met in a fervent embrace and

out 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 I was so turned

gazed at him, finding his defense

with Alexis right

explored under her

resist biting his shoulder

followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and