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.

departed with an air of nonchalance, leaving

between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled the

attempted to keep it

as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to

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

been entangled in

words, Waylen suddenly embraced

me that you’ll share these things with

to be just like any ordinary couple,

away and continued cooking,

so? Then why didn’t you tell me about your affair with

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

found Waylen

kiss was an enigmatic blend of

refrained from

behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do

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

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

be young and oblivious, but the servants would surely see

divorce is a

gaze,

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

averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

cook and then took a few deep breaths until he

then went to

thoughts were

to inquire about his departure from the

question, yet they decided

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged

she felt it was too

before. If they engaged intimately again, it might

*

felt a

mind wandered during dinner, but when

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

Alexis murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of mom

slight cough, taken aback by

with contentment. “In the end,

face, showering her

drifted into a peaceful slumber, her

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

dad

affection, “Dad and mom share a special

the warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

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

she lifted Alexis and urged,

Alexis was too drowsy to comply and refused

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

declined

he huskily suggested, “What if I offer you

accepted the

adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair cascaded gracefully

delicate

couldn’t help but admire her for

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

kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will

responded softly, “Let such

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

Rena could

the door, the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

showered the season,

middle of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows

and seeking refuge in

her, “I’m here. Don’t be

trembled with

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to

carrying Alexis to

the roaring thunder and blinding

a gust of wind blew open

and wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the

hesitation,

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to

she was about to reached the door, the

With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power

resist as

hand holding Alexis and the other grasping

seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him even as they

patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing

soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and

and he continued the gentle patting

gaze shifted

weather, they found themselves sharing the

heart softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out

you asleep?”

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

and

as

“If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you

managed to drift

that he never let go of

deep, penetrating

groggy state, Rena murmured softly,

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

utter

on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his

in a fervent embrace and the passion

went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that.

at him, finding his

right

fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking

resist biting his shoulder and

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you

Just be quiet.”

and