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

In addition to the gift, he held a diary

keep it hidden from

reentered the

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to

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

not been entangled in

Waylen suddenly

you promise me that you’ll share these

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

him away and

why didn’t you tell me about your affair with that female

hands cupping the back of her

Waylen irresistibly

was an enigmatic blend

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel 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 me yet… Am I

shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

now, she whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them

young and oblivious, but the servants

divorce

gaze, Rena focused

“What do you see? If you truly care for me,

averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

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

then went to take

thoughts were in

his departure from the legal world but eventually

unspoken question, yet they decided

she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

she felt it was

relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if things went

*

a tinge

but when facing

the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy

prince of

slight cough, taken

sighed with contentment. “In the end, the prince and

Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her

peaceful slumber, her soft

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

dad

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

Rena’s embrace,

that very moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk.

she lifted Alexis and urged,

Alexis was too drowsy to comply and refused

on

declined the

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

the idea, Rena eventually accepted

a silk nightdress, and her long brown

glimpse of delicate skin

admire her for a lingering

finishing the milk, Rena handed the glass back to him and

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

responded softly, “Let

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

could

the door, the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

the season, a

the middle of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s

awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid,

still trembled

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find

carrying Alexis to

opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning

a gust of wind blew

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking

no hesitation, Rena

Alexis in a blanket and resolved to

to reached the door, the bedroom door

them through the darkness. With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And

as fear and uncertainty gripped her

holding Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s

presence seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis

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

gaze

tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled

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

asleep?” he inquired

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

closed her eyes and replied, “I’m

served as a backdrop to

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

managed to drift into

she had was that he never let go

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

state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll

held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was

utter

her hands, he restrained her movements and

fervent

wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my fault

at him,

Alexis right

her silk nightdress, provoking a response

resist biting his shoulder and firmly

followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and