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 nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

closed gate now stood as a barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he

keep it hidden

as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

to

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,

been entangled

suddenly embraced

expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share these things with me

to be just like any ordinary

away

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

question trailed off as Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a

found Waylen irresistibly

was an enigmatic blend of passion and

hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel

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…

hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

“Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how

the servants

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

gaze, Rena

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

averted

what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re

Waylen chuckled.

then took a few deep breaths until he

then went to take his

thoughts were in

departure from the legal world but eventually

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave it

she had feelings for him, Rena

it was too

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

*

a

but when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with

the prince

slight cough, taken aback

with contentment. “In the end,

Alexis‘ innocent face,

slumber, her soft snores filled

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

dad

with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share

Rena’s embrace,

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

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

to

on their daughter’s

declined the

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

accepted

a silk nightdress, and her

delicate skin

but admire her for a

milk, Rena handed the glass back to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the light

bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her

responded softly, “Let such

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

could

the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

showered the

the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace

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

trembled with

arms, yearning to find her

carrying Alexis to

the door, the roaring thunder and

a gust of wind

inundated the room instantly, soaking

hesitation, Rena

a blanket and

she was about to reached the door, the bedroom door

in a bathrobe, approached them through the darkness. With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered,

resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

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

calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to

coaxed Alexis,

hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis

feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he

his gaze shifted to

such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed,

held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out

asleep?” he

tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer,

and replied, “I’m ready to

of thunder served as a backdrop

tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you close in my

managed to drift

never let

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

murmured softly, “I’ll go

her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time

utter

restrained her movements and lowered his head to

lips met in a fervent embrace and

air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It

gazed at him, finding his

Alexis right beside them,

gently explored under her silk

shoulder

gentle coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her