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,

gate now stood as a barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a

to keep it hidden

soon as he reentered the

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware of

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,

had not been

Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

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

completely. I want us to be just like

pushed him away and continued cooking, displaying

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

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

found Waylen

an enigmatic blend

hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel to

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

his shoulders, Rena’s

servants will gossip and how could I face them

but the servants

lip, stating, “They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process

intense gaze, Rena focused on

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

averted for a

ignore what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer

Waylen chuckled.

cook and then took

then went to

thoughts were in

from the legal world

her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

she felt it was too

they engaged intimately again, it might affect

*

felt a tinge

mind wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis,

leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms

was the prince of mom when he read this last

cough,

the end, the prince and

innocent face, showering her with affectionate

into a peaceful slumber,

the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to her surprise, Alexis spoke up

dad

gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a special

the warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a faint smile at

as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have

was too drowsy to comply and refused to

Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely

declined

“What if I offer you

the idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk,

silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her

glimpse of delicate skin adorned her

help but admire her for a

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

while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your nights with

softly, “Let such thoughts

and he softly voiced, “I

Rena could respond,

the sound of

showered the season,

the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like

refuge in Rena’s

Rena reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t

trembled

in Rena’s arms, yearning to find

Alexis to Waylen’s

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning

gust of wind

instantly, soaking the floor near

no hesitation,

Alexis in a blanket and

to reached the

gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered,

herself unable to resist as

grasping Rena’s

fears and she clung tightly to

Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually

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

his gaze shifted to

found themselves sharing

Alexis close, his fingers reaching

asleep?” he

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

and replied,

distant rumble of thunder served as a

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

Rena managed to drift

he never let go of her hand throughout

penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he

state, Rena murmured softly,

her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware,

utter a

firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss her

fervent embrace and the

whispered into her ear, “The power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my

at him, finding his defense

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

gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a response

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating, “Waylen,

“Are you

Just be quiet.”

flushed and