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.

Waylen departed with an air of nonchalance,

villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled the memories shared between him

attempted to keep it hidden from

soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware

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.

been entangled in

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her

me that

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

away

so? Then why didn’t you tell me

her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as

Waylen irresistibly

kiss was an enigmatic blend of

her hesitation, Rena refrained from

lips to her neck, and then to the tender curve behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you?

shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

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

the servants would surely see them

playfully bit his lip, 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 to be

in an intense gaze,

inquired, “What do you see? If you truly care for me, then just help

averted for

what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a lawyer, your

Waylen chuckled.

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

then went to take

were in

about his departure from the legal world

understood her unspoken question, yet

she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her

she felt it was

engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis

*

a tinge

but when facing Alexis, she emanated

against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with

Alexis murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of

a slight cough, taken aback

the end, the prince and the princess

at Alexis‘ innocent face,

peaceful slumber, her soft snores

off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to her surprise, Alexis

about dad

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

warmth of Rena’s embrace,

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

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

Alexis was too drowsy to comply and refused to

bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised,

declined

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

idea, Rena eventually accepted the

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

delicate skin adorned her

couldn’t help but admire her

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

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

softly, “Let

“I yearn for those nights to become our cherished

could respond, he

door, the sound of

the season, a rare

middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the

and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

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

trembled

in Rena’s arms, yearning to find

carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

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

a gust of wind

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the

hesitation, Rena

Alexis in a blanket and

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

bathrobe, approached 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 should go and

unable to resist as fear

grasping

and she clung tightly to him even

Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into

on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he

gaze shifted to

they found themselves sharing the

as he held Alexis close, his fingers

asleep?” he inquired

his fingertips

closed her eyes and replied, “I’m ready

served as a backdrop to their

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

Rena managed to

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

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

murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare

pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware,

utter

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

lips met in a fervent embrace and the

conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying

at him, finding his defense

with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

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

his shoulder and firmly stating,

followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her