A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 731-740

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

and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a

keep

as soon as he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be

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, and I actually signed up for it in my early 2@s. My sample

not been

words, Waylen suddenly embraced

her ear, Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that

to be just like any

him away and

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

hands cupping the back of her head

Waylen irresistibly

an enigmatic blend

from adding fuel

kisses trailed from her lips to her neck, and then to the tender curve behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care

hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s

whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip

oblivious, but the servants would

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

gaze, Rena

voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly care for

eyes averted for a

his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re

Waylen chuckled.

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

went to

were

to inquire about his departure from the legal world but

question, yet they decided

Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and emotional

it

before. If they engaged intimately again,

*

a tinge

but when facing

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

“Dad said he was the prince of

cough, taken aback by

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

at Alexis‘ innocent face,

slumber, her soft snores filled the

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

dad and

responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share

of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and

slight blush tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and

Alexis was too drowsy to comply and

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

also declined

suggested, “What if I offer you

eventually accepted the milk,

a silk nightdress, and

delicate skin adorned her

but admire her for

to him and settled

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

“Let such

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

Rena could

the sound

showered the season,

of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the

and seeking refuge in

her, “I’m here.

trembled with

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find

Alexis

the door, the roaring thunder and

wind

instantly,

hesitation, Rena

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take

she was about to reached the door, the bedroom door creaked

took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered,

herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

other grasping Rena’s hand,

she clung tightly to him even as they settled

on the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed

the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled

Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle patting motion

his gaze

they found themselves sharing the

he held Alexis close, his

asleep?” he inquired

course, Rena hadn’t dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she

she closed her eyes and

distant rumble of thunder served as a backdrop to

tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t

managed to drift

certainty she had was that he never let go of her

next morning, when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating

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

wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware, she found herself

didn’t utter

grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements

a fervent embrace and the passion

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. Rena… It

gazed at him, finding his defense

but, with Alexis right

her silk nightdress, provoking a

biting his shoulder and firmly

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

and

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