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

between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the

attempted to keep it hidden

reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be

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 signed up for it

not been entangled in these

suddenly embraced her

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

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

away

so? Then why didn’t you

counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a

found Waylen

kiss was an enigmatic

refrained from adding fuel

and then to the tender curve behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care

shoulders, Rena’s action was

down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I

oblivious, but the servants would

divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that

an intense gaze, Rena

inquired, “What do you see?

averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

and then

to

were

to inquire about his departure from the legal world

understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and

it was too

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

*

a tinge

mind wandered during dinner, but when

against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read

the prince of mom when he read this last

cough, taken aback

the end, the prince and

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with

drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she

about dad

tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a special

Rena’s embrace,

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

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

to

Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let

declined

huskily suggested, “What if

eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

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

delicate skin adorned her

but admire her for

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

whispering into her

softly, “Let

softly voiced, “I yearn for

could respond, he

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

heavy rain showered the season, a

of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like ethereal

and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid,

still trembled

arms, yearning

Alexis

opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning filled

a gust of wind blew open a

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking

no hesitation,

wrapped Alexis in a blanket

to reached the door, the bedroom door creaked open

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

unable to resist as fear and

other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them to

clung tightly to him even as they settled

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed

an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually

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

his gaze

they found themselves sharing the same

he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch

asleep?”

his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt

she closed her eyes and replied, “I’m ready to

as a backdrop to

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

Rena managed to drift into slumber

was that he never let go of her

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

groggy state, Rena murmured softly,

her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware, she found herself

didn’t utter

a firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and

a fervent

whispered into her 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 wasn’t really my fault that I was so

at him, finding

with Alexis right beside them, he refrained

his fingers gently explored under her silk

biting his shoulder and

followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and