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.

an air of

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

to keep

reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware of

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 bank, and our bone

had not been

Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

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

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

him away and

you tell me about your affair

his hands cupping the back of her head as

found Waylen

enigmatic blend of

hesitation, Rena refrained from

lips to 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 forgive

on his shoulders,

servants will gossip

and oblivious, but the servants would surely see

after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s natural for us to be

in an intense gaze, Rena focused

hoarse voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly care for me, then

averted for

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

Waylen chuckled.

let Rena cook and then took a

to take

were in

had wanted to inquire about his departure from the legal

Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave

feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and

felt it

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

*

a

mind wandered during dinner, but when

leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with

Alexis murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of mom

a slight cough, taken aback by

“In the end,

Alexis‘ innocent face, showering

into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores

the fairy tale

dad

gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a special

Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a

as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk before you

drowsy to comply

the edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their

declined the

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

idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long

glimpse of delicate skin adorned her

admire

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

bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her

“Let such thoughts

voiced, “I

Rena could

the door, the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

the

the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

through the darkness, illuminating the

and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace

“I’m here. Don’t be

trembled

Rena’s arms, yearning

carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes

a gust of wind blew open a

room instantly, soaking the floor near the

hesitation, Rena

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket and

was about to reached the door, the bedroom

a bathrobe, approached them through the darkness. With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The

to resist as fear

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

and she clung tightly to him even as

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm,

muscles and he continued the gentle patting motion on

his gaze shifted

of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing

Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to

asleep?”

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

closed her eyes and replied,

thunder served as a backdrop to their silent

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

to drift into slumber

had was that he never let go of her hand

she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze.

softly,

pulling her closer.

didn’t utter a

her movements

met in a fervent embrace and the passion

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… It wasn’t really my fault that I

him, finding

intimacy but, with Alexis right

fingers gently explored under her silk

shoulder and firmly

followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

and her