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 nonchalance, leaving

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

keep

as soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to

graced 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,

not been entangled

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

me that you’ll share these things with me in

just

him away and continued cooking, displaying

“Oh, is that so? Then why didn’t you

question trailed off as Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of

Waylen

an enigmatic

hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel

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

on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re

and oblivious, but the

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 us

in an intense gaze, Rena focused on

inquired, “What do you see? If you truly care

averted for

ignore what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no

Waylen chuckled.

cook and then took a few deep breaths until he regained

then went to

were

to inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually

understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to

for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and

felt it was too

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

*

felt a tinge

during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she emanated

her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with gentle

murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of mom when he read this

suppressed a slight cough,

with contentment. “In the end, the prince

innocent face, showering

a peaceful slumber, her

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

about dad and

with gentle affection, “Dad and

Rena’s embrace,

of milk. He

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

was too drowsy to comply and

of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her rest.

declined the

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

the idea, Rena eventually accepted

adorned in a silk nightdress, and

glimpse of delicate skin

couldn’t help but admire her

and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the light when

while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your nights

responded softly, “Let such

voiced, “I yearn for those nights to

Rena could respond,

the sound of

showered the season, a

the middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s

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

still trembled with

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

contemplated carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of

gust of wind

instantly,

hesitation,

blanket and resolved to

to reached the door, the bedroom

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

resist as

Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s hand,

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

patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

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

rested her feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and

gaze shifted to

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

close, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch Rena’s

you asleep?” he

dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as

and replied, “I’m ready to

rumble of thunder served as a backdrop to their

expressed, “If Alexis weren’t

Rena managed to drift

was that he never let go of

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

murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare

pulling her closer. By the time Rena was

didn’t utter a

her movements and lowered

lips met in a fervent

whispered into 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.

at him, finding his

desired intimacy but, with Alexis right

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress,

biting his shoulder and

followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her