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.

an air of nonchalance, leaving

the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled the memories

to keep it hidden from

soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware

graced Rena’s lips as she revealed, “My mother is in 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 has been stored in the bone marrow bank, and our bone marrow types don’t

had not been

suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

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

can confide in me completely. I want us to be just like any

pushed him away and

Then why didn’t you tell me about your affair with that female

his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged

Waylen

was an enigmatic

hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel to the

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… Am

hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action was

will gossip

might be young and oblivious, but the servants

understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s natural for us to

gaze, Rena focused on

see? If you truly care for me,

eyes averted for

between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a

Waylen chuckled.

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

went to

were

had wanted to inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually

her unspoken question, yet they

she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

felt it was

an on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if things went

*

a

during dinner, but when

against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms

said he was the prince of mom when he

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback by

contentment. “In the end, the prince and the

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering

a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

ambiance, Rena presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However,

about dad and

responded with gentle affection, “Dad

warmth of Rena’s

holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a

Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged,

was too drowsy to comply and refused to

bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their

also declined

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

idea, Rena eventually accepted

her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress,

delicate skin adorned her

admire her

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

tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear,

responded softly, “Let such thoughts

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

Rena could respond, he

Waylen opened the door, the sound

showered the

the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace

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

still trembled

in Rena’s arms, yearning to

carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

the moment she opened the door, the roaring

of wind blew open

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor near

hesitation,

Alexis in a blanket and resolved

reached the door, the bedroom door creaked

arms and whispered, “The power is out.

found herself unable to resist as

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

Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him

Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with

half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled

on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued the

his gaze

tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing

Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly

you asleep?” he

tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though her heart was

eyes and replied, “I’m ready

as a

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

managed to drift into

was that he never let go of her

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

softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast

wrist, pulling her closer. By the time

utter

hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head

fervent

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

him, finding his

Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

his fingers gently explored under her silk

his shoulder and firmly

followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

and her heart