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,

the gift, he held a diary

to keep

soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware

as 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

been

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her

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

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

pushed him away and

“Oh, is that so? Then why didn’t you tell me about

Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he

found Waylen irresistibly

kiss was an enigmatic blend of passion and

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel

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

her hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s

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

young and oblivious, but the servants would surely see them

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

an intense gaze, Rena focused

do you see? If you

eyes averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

and then took a few deep

then went to take

thoughts were

wanted to inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually she held

understood her unspoken question, yet

Rena acknowledged her

it

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

*

felt a tinge

when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

her

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

a slight cough, taken

end, the prince

innocent face, showering her with affectionate

drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores

the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to

about dad

affection, “Dad and mom share a special

the warmth of Rena’s

of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a faint smile at

as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk

was too drowsy to comply

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

declined

suggested, “What if I offer

the idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk,

a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair cascaded gracefully over her

of delicate skin

couldn’t help but admire her for

milk, Rena handed the glass back to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the light

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

softly, “Let such

“I yearn for those nights to

could respond,

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

heavy rain showered the season, a rare

of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like ethereal

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s

“I’m here. Don’t be afraid,

trembled

in Rena’s arms, yearning

Alexis to Waylen’s

roaring thunder and

a gust of wind blew open a

instantly, soaking the floor near the

no hesitation,

wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take her to

to reached the door,

took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should

resist as fear

and the other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led

she clung tightly

on the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with

soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into his protective

abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle patting motion on

gaze shifted

tempestuous weather, they found themselves

held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly

asleep?” he

Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she

eyes and

of thunder served as a backdrop to

expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here,

to

never

she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating

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

held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully

didn’t utter a

a firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements

a fervent embrace and the

whispered into her ear, “The power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my

at him, finding his defense

right beside them, he refrained

explored under her silk nightdress,

shoulder

followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her heart