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.

departed with an air of nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

stood as a barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift,

keep it hidden

as soon as he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware

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 in

been entangled in

her words, Waylen suddenly

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

just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting each other

pushed him away

“Oh, is that so? Then why didn’t you tell

against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of

Waylen

kiss was an enigmatic blend of passion

refrained from

husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I linger in your

his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

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

the servants would surely

lip, stating, “They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re

an intense gaze,

“What do you see? If

averted for

she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even

Waylen chuckled.

setting her down, he let Rena cook and then took

then went to take his

were in

inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually she held

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided

she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her

she felt it was

before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this

*

felt a tinge of

dinner, but when

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

murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of

slight cough, taken

contentment. “In the end, the prince and the

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with affectionate

a peaceful slumber, her soft

the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to

dad and

gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a special

warmth of Rena’s embrace,

milk. He

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

was too drowsy to

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

also declined the

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

accepted the milk, sipping it

silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair cascaded gracefully over

delicate

help but admire her for a lingering

handed the glass back to him and settled down,

in, Waylen complied and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your nights

responded softly, “Let

softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights

Rena could respond, he

opened the door, the

showered the

the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

pierced through the darkness,

seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened

her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid, my

trembled

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to

Alexis to Waylen’s

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

of wind

the room instantly, soaking the floor near

hesitation,

blanket and

the door,

gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power

resist as fear

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

she clung tightly

Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis,

rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed

abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle patting

gaze

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

he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching

you asleep?” he

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

her eyes and replied,

served as a backdrop to

Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t

to drift into

only certainty she had was that he never let go of her hand throughout the

deep, penetrating gaze. It was

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

held her wrist, pulling her closer.

didn’t utter a

he restrained her movements and lowered his head

fervent embrace and the passion

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

at him, finding his

right beside them, he

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a response from

his shoulder and firmly stating, “Waylen,

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you

Just be quiet.”

flushed and