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

as a barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in

attempted to keep it

as soon as he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware

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

been

Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

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

I want us to be just like any ordinary couple,

away and continued cooking,

didn’t you

hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a passionate and

found Waylen

was an enigmatic blend

refrained from

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

shoulders, Rena’s

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

young and oblivious, but the

his lip, stating, “They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a

in an intense gaze,

do you see? If you truly care for me, then just help

averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

he let Rena cook and then took a few deep

to take

thoughts were

to inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually she held

her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave

him, Rena

it was

If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this

*

a

but when facing Alexis, she emanated

against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella

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

slight cough, taken aback by

contentment. “In the end, the

Alexis‘ innocent face,

into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores

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

about dad and

Alexis tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a

of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a

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

Alexis was too drowsy to comply and refused to

at the edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s

also declined

huskily suggested, “What if I offer you

eventually accepted the

silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress,

of delicate

couldn’t help but admire her for

milk, Rena handed the glass back to him and settled

tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your nights

“Let such thoughts

and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights

could

door, the sound of

the

of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

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

“I’m here. Don’t

still trembled

nestled closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find

carrying Alexis

she opened the door, the roaring thunder and

a gust of wind blew open

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor near the

no hesitation, Rena

Alexis in a blanket

the door, the bedroom door creaked open

bathrobe, approached them through the darkness. With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should go and sleep in my

herself unable to resist as fear

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

she clung tightly to him even

Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled

Waylen’s abdominal muscles and

gaze

tempestuous weather, they found themselves

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

asleep?”

dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though her heart

and replied, “I’m ready to

thunder served as a backdrop to their silent

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

to drift into slumber

never let go of her hand

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

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

move, he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By

didn’t utter a

on her hands, he restrained her movements and

met in a fervent embrace and the

and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my fault that I was so turned

gazed at him, finding

intimacy but, with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

under her silk nightdress, provoking a response from

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating,

coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her