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

to the gift, he held a diary in his hand,

to keep it hidden from

he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware of

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

not been entangled

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

expressed, “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

pushed him away and

why didn’t you tell me about your

counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a passionate

Waylen irresistibly

kiss was an enigmatic blend of passion and

refrained from adding fuel to the

“Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I linger in your heart? You just can’t find

resting on his shoulders,

servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides,

and oblivious, but the servants would surely see

Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual

intense gaze, Rena focused on

do you see? If

averted for

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

Waylen chuckled.

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

to take

thoughts were in

his departure from

Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

felt it

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

*

felt a

during dinner, but when facing

her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with

was the prince of mom when he read this last

cough, taken

contentment. “In the end, the prince and the

Alexis‘ innocent face, showering

peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

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

dad

with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a

Rena’s embrace, Alexis

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

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

too drowsy to comply and refused

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

declined the

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

Rena eventually accepted

silk nightdress, and her long brown hair cascaded gracefully

glimpse of delicate

help but admire her for a

finishing the milk, Rena handed the glass back to him and settled down, murmuring,

whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will

responded softly, “Let such

and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights to become our

Rena could

Waylen opened the door, the sound of rain greeted

the

the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

through the darkness,

refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t

trembled

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to

Alexis to Waylen’s

she opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes

gust of wind

room instantly,

hesitation,

in a blanket and resolved to

about to reached the door, the bedroom door

Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should go and

as

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

presence seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

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

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

gaze

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

his fingers reaching

you asleep?” he

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

she closed her eyes and replied,

distant rumble of thunder served as a

weren’t here, I’d

Rena managed to

certainty she had was that he never let

penetrating gaze. It was unclear how

softly, “I’ll

wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena

didn’t utter a

grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to

fervent

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

gazed at him,

right beside them, he

gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a response

shoulder and firmly stating, “Waylen,

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you

Just be quiet.”

and her heart