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

addition to the gift, he held a

keep

reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware

decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone in need, and I actually signed up for

not been entangled in

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

promise me that you’ll share these things with me

I want us to be just like any

him away and

why didn’t you tell me about your affair with

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

Waylen irresistibly

kiss was an enigmatic blend

her hesitation, Rena refrained 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 about me, don’t you? Do I linger in your heart? You just can’t find a way to forgive me yet…

resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action

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

be young and oblivious, but the

“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

in an intense gaze,

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

eyes averted

she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though

Waylen chuckled.

then took

to take his

were in

about his departure from the legal world

Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided

him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and

it

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

*

felt a tinge

but when

the headboard, cradling Alexis in her

prince

a slight cough, taken aback by Waylen’s

the end, the prince and

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with

a peaceful slumber,

Rena presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book,

dad

gentle affection, “Dad and mom

of Rena’s embrace,

that very moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and

lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some

to comply and refused

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

also declined

huskily suggested, “What if I

Rena eventually accepted the milk,

dim golden glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown

delicate

help but admire her for a

to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the light

Waylen complied and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her

responded softly, “Let such

lips brushed against hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights to become

Rena could

the door, the

showered the

of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

of lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like

awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened

her, “I’m

still trembled

Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

contemplated carrying Alexis to

opened the door, the roaring thunder and

gust of wind

inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor near the

hesitation, Rena

wrapped Alexis in a blanket and

about to reached the door, the

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

to resist as fear and uncertainty

the other grasping Rena’s

to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed

muscles and he continued the gentle patting motion on

gaze shifted to

themselves sharing

heart softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching

you asleep?” he

tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she

she closed her eyes and replied,

served as

tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t

managed to

was that he never let

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

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

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

didn’t utter

her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head

a fervent embrace

You were lying in my bed, dressed like

at him, finding his defense

right beside them,

under her

his shoulder and

followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

and