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.

with an air of nonchalance,

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

attempted to keep it hidden from

as he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware of

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

had not been entangled in

suddenly embraced her

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

confide in me completely. I want us to be just

away

didn’t you tell

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

found Waylen irresistibly

an enigmatic blend

hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel to the

a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I linger in your heart?

resting on his shoulders,

whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could

young and oblivious, but the servants

after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re

an intense gaze, Rena focused on

hoarse voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly care for me, then just help

averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

he let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths until

to take his

were

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

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

him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

she felt it

intimately again, it might

*

felt a tinge

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

cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale

the prince

slight cough,

with contentment. “In the end,

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with affectionate

peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled the

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

about dad and

affection, “Dad

the warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard

she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some

was too drowsy to comply and

planted a tender kiss on

also declined

“What if I offer you something

Rena eventually accepted the milk,

dim golden glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair

of delicate skin

help but admire her for

glass back to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn

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

softly, “Let such

voiced, “I yearn for those nights

Rena could

the door, the sound of

the

of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness,

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace

Alexis close, Rena reassured her, “I’m here.

still trembled with

nestled closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to

Alexis to Waylen’s

door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of

wind blew open

and wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor near

hesitation,

Alexis in a blanket and resolved to

to reached the door, the bedroom door

arms and whispered,

herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty

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

seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly

Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed

abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle

his gaze

themselves sharing the same bed, their

close, his fingers reaching out to

you asleep?” he

Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though her heart

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

thunder served as a

tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here,

Rena managed to drift into

he never let go of her hand

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

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

held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the

utter a

grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and

in a fervent embrace and

her ear, “The power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my

at him, finding his

Alexis right beside

fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking

shoulder and firmly stating,

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

flushed and