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 Lyndon

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

attempted to keep

as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be aware of

ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone in need,

had not been entangled

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share

me completely. I want us to be just like

pushed him away and continued cooking,

“Oh, is that so? Then why didn’t you

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

found Waylen

enigmatic blend of

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel

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

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

please. The servants will gossip and how could I

young and oblivious, but the

after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s natural for

gaze, Rena focused on

a hoarse voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If

averted

she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a lawyer, your persuasive tongue

Waylen chuckled.

cook and then took

to take his

thoughts were

about his departure from

her unspoken question, yet they decided to

Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and emotional

it

they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if

*

felt a tinge

when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

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

Alexis murmured, “Dad said he was the prince

slight cough, taken

“In the end, the prince and

innocent face, showering

a peaceful slumber, her soft snores

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

about dad

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

of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation

lifted Alexis and urged,

drowsy to

kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her rest.

declined

he huskily suggested, “What

eventually accepted the milk, sipping

glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress,

glimpse of delicate skin adorned

couldn’t help but admire her

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

and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into

softly, “Let such

and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those

Rena could respond,

door, the sound of

heavy rain showered the season, a rare

middle of the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

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

her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid, my

trembled

Rena’s arms, yearning to find

Alexis to

the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes

wind blew open a

room instantly, soaking the floor near the

hesitation, Rena

a blanket and resolved to

about to reached the door, the bedroom door

he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the

herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

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

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

bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing

about half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis

Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle patting motion on her

gaze shifted

of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves

Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch Rena’s

you asleep?” he inquired

his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though

eyes and replied, “I’m ready

served as a backdrop to their

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

to drift

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

she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he had been

Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast

pulling her closer. By the time Rena was

didn’t utter

grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered

fervent

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

gazed at him, finding

but, with Alexis right beside them,

explored under her silk

biting his shoulder and firmly stating, “Waylen,

“Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her heart