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.

with an air

Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary

keep it hidden from

as soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be

me. I had already decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone in need,

had not been entangled in these

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly

can you promise me

can confide in me completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting each other

gently pushed him away

is that so? Then why didn’t you tell me about your

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

found Waylen

kiss was an enigmatic blend

hesitation, Rena refrained from adding

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

hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s

“Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re

be young and oblivious, but the servants

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

an intense gaze, Rena focused

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

averted for a

she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though

Waylen chuckled.

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

to

thoughts were

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

question, yet they decided

him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

she felt it was

before. If they engaged intimately

*

a tinge

but when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

in her arms and read the fairy tale

the prince of

suppressed a slight cough,

end, the prince and the princess

face, showering

drifted into a peaceful slumber, her

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

about dad

gentle affection,

warmth of Rena’s

milk. He had overheard their

tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis

was too drowsy to comply and refused to

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

declined

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

Rena eventually accepted

silk nightdress, and her long brown hair

delicate

admire

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

tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear,

“Let

“I yearn for those

Rena could respond, he

door, the sound

heavy rain showered the season,

of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows

in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

“I’m here. Don’t

still trembled

in Rena’s arms, yearning to find

contemplated carrying Alexis to

she opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning filled

of wind blew open a

the room instantly, soaking the floor near

hesitation, Rena

wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take her to

she was about to reached the door, the bedroom door

approached them through the darkness. With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out.

resist as fear and uncertainty gripped

grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them to the master

fears and she clung tightly to him even as

on the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis,

an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed

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

gaze shifted

themselves sharing the same bed, their

close, his fingers reaching

asleep?” he

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

eyes and replied, “I’m

as a backdrop

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

to

that he never let go of

next morning, when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating

Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast

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

didn’t utter a

hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to

lips met in a fervent embrace and the

You were lying in my bed, dressed like

gazed at him,

with Alexis right

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress,

shoulder and firmly stating, “Waylen,

followed. “Are you

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her heart