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.

air of nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

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

attempted to keep it hidden from

reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be

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,

Rena had not been entangled in these

Waylen suddenly

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

us to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and

away and continued cooking,

is that so? Then why didn’t you tell me about your affair with that female

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

found Waylen

was an enigmatic blend of passion and

Rena refrained from adding fuel

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

resting on his shoulders,

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

oblivious, but the servants

they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce

intense gaze, Rena focused

you see? If you truly care for me, then

eyes averted for a

“Even though you’re no longer a lawyer,

Waylen chuckled.

her down, he let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths until he regained

then went to take his

were

had wanted to inquire about his departure from the legal world

question, yet they decided to leave

had feelings for him, Rena

felt it was too

If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time

*

felt a tinge of

dinner, but when facing Alexis,

bedtime, she leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale

said he was the prince of mom when he read this last

cough, taken

contentment. “In the end, the prince and the princess

innocent face, showering her

a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled the

that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to her surprise, Alexis spoke

about dad and

Rena responded with gentle affection,

the warmth of Rena’s

the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard

slight blush tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk before you

drowsy to comply and

at the edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s

also declined

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

Rena eventually accepted the milk,

in a silk nightdress, and her

delicate skin adorned

admire her for a lingering

and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the

whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you

“Let

and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those

Rena could

the sound

heavy rain showered the season,

the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

through the darkness, illuminating

in Rena’s embrace

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

trembled with

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

Alexis to Waylen’s

roaring thunder and

of wind blew

the room instantly, soaking the floor

hesitation, Rena

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take her

the door,

With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You

resist as fear and uncertainty gripped

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

Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to

coaxed Alexis,

soothing rhythm,

Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle

gaze shifted to

found themselves sharing the same bed, their

his fingers reaching out to lightly touch Rena’s

you asleep?” he

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

her eyes and

rumble of thunder served as a backdrop

weren’t here, I’d hold you close

to

he never let go of her hand

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

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

closer. By the time Rena

utter a

her hands, he restrained her

a fervent

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

gazed at him, finding his defense

with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from

fingers gently explored under her silk

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder and firmly

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

and her heart