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.

an air of nonchalance,

to the gift, he

to keep it hidden

soon as he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be aware

she revealed, “My mother is in the same hospital as him. She informed me earlier. Waylen, you 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

Rena had not been

her words, Waylen suddenly

me that

I want us to be just like

gently pushed him away

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

her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head

found Waylen

an enigmatic blend of passion

Rena refrained from adding fuel to

her 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

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

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

oblivious, but the servants would surely see them and

seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that

intense gaze, Rena

voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see?

averted for a

what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a lawyer, your persuasive tongue remains

Waylen chuckled.

let Rena cook and then took a few deep

then went to

were

his departure from the

unspoken question,

she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and

she felt it was

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

*

felt a tinge of

when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale

“Dad said he was the prince of

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback

end, the prince and the

face, showering her with

slumber,

presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself.

dad and

responded with gentle affection,

warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

that very moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast

she lifted Alexis

to

bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely

also declined

he huskily suggested, “What if I offer you

Rena eventually accepted the milk,

was adorned in a silk nightdress,

delicate skin adorned

but admire her

him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn

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

softly, “Let such thoughts

voiced, “I yearn for

could

opened the door, the sound

the

middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness,

in Rena’s embrace

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

trembled

arms, yearning

carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning filled

of wind blew open a

room instantly,

no hesitation, Rena

blanket

to reached the

arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should go and sleep in my

resist as fear and

holding Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s

calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him even

Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into

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

his gaze

found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled between

Alexis close, his fingers reaching out

asleep?” he

his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer,

closed her eyes and replied,

served as a backdrop to their silent

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

Rena managed to drift into

she had was that he never let go of her hand throughout

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

softly, “I’ll go prepare

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

didn’t utter a

hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his

fervent embrace and the

wasn’t working. You were lying

gazed at him,

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

explored under her silk nightdress, provoking

resist biting his shoulder and firmly

followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

and