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,

and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a

to keep

reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware

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 in my early 2@s. My sample has been

been entangled in

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

you promise me that you’ll share

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

pushed him away and continued

you tell me about your affair

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

Waylen irresistibly

was an enigmatic blend of passion and

refrained from adding fuel

lips to her neck, 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 your heart? You just can’t find a way to forgive me yet… Am I

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

servants will gossip

be young and oblivious, but the servants would surely see

“They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual

in an intense gaze, Rena focused on

see? If you truly care for me, then

eyes averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

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

to take his

were in

departure from the legal world but eventually

her unspoken question, yet they decided to

Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and

she felt it was

before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this

*

felt a tinge

dinner, but when facing Alexis,

cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of

said he was the prince of

cough, taken aback by

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

Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with

slumber, her

Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down

about dad

tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom

of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

the room, holding a glass of milk. He had

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

drowsy to comply

kiss on their daughter’s cheek

declined the

suggested, “What if

eventually accepted the milk, sipping

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

glimpse of delicate skin

couldn’t help but admire

him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the light when you

tender good-night kiss while whispering into

“Let such thoughts

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

could respond, he

the

the

the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened

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

trembled with

arms, yearning to

Alexis

opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding

of wind blew open

room instantly, soaking the floor near

no hesitation,

blanket and resolved to take her

reached the door, the bedroom door creaked open

gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The

found herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty

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

calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly

bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing

rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and

Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued the

his gaze shifted

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

heart softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to

you asleep?” he

his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though

and

of thunder served as a backdrop

“If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you close in my

to

had was that he never let go of her hand throughout

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

her groggy state, Rena murmured softly,

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

didn’t utter a

her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss her

lips met in a fervent embrace and the

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

gazed at him, finding his

right beside them, he refrained

fingers gently explored under her

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder and

followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her heart