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.

departed with an air of nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

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

attempted to keep it hidden from

as soon as he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be

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 bank, and

had not been entangled

suddenly embraced

her ear, Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share these things with

in me completely. I want us to be just

him away and

you tell me about your affair with

his hands cupping the back of her head as he

found Waylen irresistibly

enigmatic blend

hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel to

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

on his shoulders, Rena’s action

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

be young and oblivious, but the servants would surely

after a divorce is a gradual

an intense gaze, Rena

you see? If you truly

averted for

what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re

Waylen chuckled.

Rena cook and then took

to take his

thoughts were in

inquire about his departure from the legal world but

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave

that she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

it

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

*

felt a

mind wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

bedtime, she leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of

murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of mom when he read

slight cough,

end, the prince and the

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft

tale book,

dad

Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad

of Rena’s

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

lifted Alexis and urged, “Have

to comply and

at the edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her rest. You have

also declined

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

the idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

a silk

glimpse of delicate

but admire

him and settled down, murmuring,

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

softly, “Let

lips brushed against hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights to

could

the sound

rain showered the season,

of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like ethereal

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

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

still trembled with

closer in Rena’s arms,

carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

the door, the roaring

wind

and wind inundated the room instantly,

hesitation,

Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take her to

she was about to reached the door,

the darkness. With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The

unable to resist as

grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led

Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him

coaxed Alexis, tenderly

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

and he

gaze shifted

found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled

Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch Rena’s

asleep?” he inquired

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

closed her eyes and replied, “I’m

of thunder served as a

weren’t here, I’d

to drift

had was that he never let go of her hand throughout

she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was

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

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

utter a

on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered

met in a fervent embrace and the

wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena…

him, finding his defense

intimacy but, with Alexis right beside them, he refrained

her silk nightdress, provoking

biting his shoulder and firmly

gentle coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her heart