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, leaving

the gift, he held a diary in his hand,

attempted to keep it hidden from

as he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware

ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone in need, and I actually signed up for it in my early

Rena had not been entangled in these

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

“Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share these things with me in

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

pushed him away and continued cooking,

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

trailed off as Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a

found Waylen irresistibly

was an enigmatic blend of passion and

hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel to

behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you

resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action

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

and oblivious, but the servants would

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

gaze,

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

eyes averted

legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a

Waylen chuckled.

then took a few deep breaths until

to take his

thoughts were

wanted to inquire about his departure from the

her unspoken question,

that she had feelings for him, Rena

it was too

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

*

felt a

when facing Alexis, she

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

he was the prince of mom when he read

a slight cough,

sighed with contentment. “In the end, the prince and the princess get

innocent face, showering her with

peaceful slumber, her soft

the tranquil ambiance, Rena presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to

about dad and

tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection,

the warmth of Rena’s embrace,

a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation

she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have

to

at the edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s

also declined the

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

Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping

her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair cascaded gracefully over

of delicate skin

help but admire her for a lingering

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

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

softly, “Let such

he softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights to become our cherished

Rena could respond, he

Waylen opened the door, the sound of rain

rain showered the season, a rare

the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness,

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

reassured her, “I’m here.

trembled

arms, yearning to

contemplated carrying Alexis

door, the roaring

a gust of wind blew open a

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking

no hesitation,

wrapped Alexis in a blanket and

reached the door, the bedroom door creaked open

Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is

unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped

other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them to

and she clung tightly to him

patiently coaxed Alexis,

rhythm, Alexis gradually

muscles and he continued the gentle

his gaze shifted

tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled between

close, his fingers reaching out to

you asleep?”

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

her eyes and replied, “I’m

as a

expressed, “If Alexis weren’t

to drift into

was that he never let go of her hand throughout the

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

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

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

didn’t utter

he restrained her

met in a fervent embrace and

ear, “The power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It

him, finding

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

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking

his shoulder and firmly stating,

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

and her