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.

Waylen departed with an air of nonchalance, leaving

addition to the gift, he held a diary in his

keep it hidden

as soon as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be

as she revealed, “My mother is in the same 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, and I actually

had not been entangled in

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

you promise me that you’ll share these things with me in

just like any ordinary couple, sharing

gently pushed him away and continued cooking,

“Oh, is that so? Then why didn’t you tell

hands cupping the back

found Waylen irresistibly

enigmatic blend of

Rena refrained from adding fuel

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

his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

will gossip and how could I face them

be young and oblivious, but the servants would

playfully bit his lip, stating, “They’re seasoned individuals, 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

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

averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

down, he let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths until

then went to take

were

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

question, yet

for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

she felt it was

engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if things went

*

felt a tinge

wandered during dinner, but when facing

Alexis in her arms and read the

was the prince of mom

slight cough, taken aback by

with contentment. “In the end, the prince and the

face, showering her

slumber, her

tranquil ambiance, Rena presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to her surprise, Alexis

about dad and

affection, “Dad and mom

of Rena’s

room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a

blush tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and

was too drowsy to comply and refused

the edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on

also declined

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

Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping

golden glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress,

of delicate skin adorned

but admire her for a

glass back to him and settled down, murmuring,

good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you

“Let such thoughts

hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn for

Rena could

opened the door, the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

rain showered the

middle of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

of lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the

seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace

“I’m here. Don’t be afraid, my

trembled

arms, yearning to find

carrying Alexis to

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes

a gust of wind blew open

room instantly,

no hesitation,

a blanket and resolved

was about to reached the

clad in a 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

resist as

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

calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly

patiently coaxed Alexis,

amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and

Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he

gaze

weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their child

as he held Alexis close, his fingers

you asleep?” he inquired

off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips

she closed her eyes and

of thunder served as

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

managed to

she had was that he never

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

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

he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time

didn’t utter

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

a fervent embrace

working. You were lying

gazed at him, finding

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

her silk nightdress, provoking a response from

resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating,

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

and her