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

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

keep

as he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware of

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 up for it in my early 2@s. My sample has been stored in the bone marrow

not been

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

into her ear, Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll

us to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting

pushed him away

why didn’t you tell me about your affair with

hands cupping the back of her head

found Waylen irresistibly

kiss was an enigmatic blend of

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel to

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

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

will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides,

the servants would surely

Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s natural for

an intense gaze,

Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly care

averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

setting her down, he let Rena cook and then took

then went to take his

thoughts were

about his departure from

question, yet they decided to leave it

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her

felt it was too

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

*

a tinge

wandered during dinner, but when

her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella

said he was the prince of mom when he read this

a slight cough, taken

sighed with contentment. “In the end, the prince

face, showering

slumber, her soft snores

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

about dad

Alexis tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad

warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

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

Rena’s cheeks as she lifted

too drowsy to comply

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

declined

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

Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping

her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and

delicate skin adorned

couldn’t help but admire

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

complied and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering

responded softly, “Let such thoughts

against hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those

could respond, he

door, the

showered the season,

middle of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness, illuminating the

seeking refuge in

her, “I’m here. Don’t

trembled

nestled closer in Rena’s arms, yearning

Alexis to

opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes

a gust of wind blew open

inundated the room instantly, soaking the

no hesitation, Rena

in a blanket and resolved to take her

about to reached the

and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is

unable to resist as fear and

Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them

and she clung tightly

patiently coaxed

about half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis

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

his gaze shifted

tempestuous weather, they found themselves

held Alexis close, his

asleep?” he inquired

Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt

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

thunder served as a backdrop

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

Rena managed to drift

only certainty she had was that he never let go of her hand

deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he had been

Rena murmured softly, “I’ll

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

utter

firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to

in a fervent embrace

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

him, finding

right beside them, he refrained from

her silk

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder

followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her