A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 731-740

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 nonchalance,

barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled the memories shared between him

to keep it hidden from

as soon as he reentered the

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be aware

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

Rena had not been entangled

Waylen suddenly

promise me

in me completely. I want us to be just like

pushed him away and continued cooking,

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

counter, his hands cupping the back

found Waylen irresistibly

an enigmatic blend of passion

refrained from adding

he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I linger in your heart? You just can’t find

her hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action

gossip

might be young and oblivious, but the servants would surely see them

understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process.

an intense gaze, Rena

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

averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

then took a few

went to take

were in

departure from the legal world but eventually she

Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided

him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and

it was

on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately

*

felt a tinge

dinner, but when facing Alexis,

she leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms

“Dad said he was the prince of mom when he read

slight cough, taken aback by Waylen’s

contentment. “In the end, the prince and

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with

peaceful slumber, her

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

dad

Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom

of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

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

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

too drowsy to comply and refused to

on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her rest. You have the

also declined the

he huskily suggested, “What if I offer you something

accepted the milk,

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

of delicate skin adorned

admire

to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off

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

softly, “Let such

he softly voiced, “I yearn for those

could

door, the sound of rain greeted

showered the season,

the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

of lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the

seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace

reassured her, “I’m

still trembled with

arms, yearning to find her

carrying Alexis to

moment she opened the door, the roaring thunder

a gust of wind blew open a

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor

hesitation, Rena

Alexis in a blanket and resolved

was about to reached the door, the

from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The

to resist as fear and uncertainty

hand holding Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s hand,

fears and she clung tightly to him even as they settled on

Waylen patiently coaxed

amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and

muscles and

his gaze shifted to

themselves sharing the same

as he held Alexis close, his fingers

you asleep?” he inquired

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

closed her eyes and replied, “I’m ready

rumble of thunder served as a backdrop to their

expressed, “If Alexis weren’t

to

was that he never let go of

the next morning, when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he had been watching

Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast

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

utter

a firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her

met in a fervent embrace and

the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were

him, finding his defense

Alexis right beside them, he refrained

explored under her silk

biting his shoulder

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

and

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