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.

air of nonchalance,

Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he

to keep it hidden from

soon as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to

don’t have to worry about me. I had already decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow

had not been

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

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

just like

gently pushed him away and continued cooking,

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

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

found Waylen irresistibly

kiss was an enigmatic blend

refrained from adding fuel to the

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

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

please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides,

be young and oblivious, but the servants

after a divorce is

intense gaze, Rena

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

eyes averted for

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

Waylen chuckled.

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

then went to take his

were in

about his departure from the legal world

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave

she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her

she felt it was

on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it

*

felt a

dinner, but when facing Alexis, she

cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with gentle

was the prince of mom

slight cough, taken aback by Waylen’s

“In the end, the

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber, her

aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to

about dad

Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share

Rena’s

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

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

drowsy to

on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised,

also declined

suggested, “What if

eventually accepted

was adorned in a silk nightdress,

of delicate skin

but admire her for a

Rena handed the glass back to him and settled down, murmuring,

in, Waylen complied and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you

responded softly, “Let

softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights to

Rena could respond, he

door, the sound of

showered the season,

the middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating the

awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s

Rena reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t be

still trembled with

Rena’s arms, yearning

contemplated carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes

a gust of wind

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the

hesitation,

a blanket and resolved to take

the door, the bedroom door creaked open

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

unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped

the other grasping Rena’s

clung tightly to him even as they settled on the

Waylen patiently coaxed

the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into his protective

and he continued the gentle

gaze shifted to

such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their

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

asleep?”

tender touch, his

eyes and replied,

as a backdrop to their silent

weren’t here, I’d

Rena managed to drift into slumber

never

when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long

state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll

she could move, he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the

didn’t utter

hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his

a fervent

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

him,

with Alexis right beside them,

explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder

coaxes followed. “Are you

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and