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

between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary

keep it

reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“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

Rena had not been entangled

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

can you promise me that you’ll share these things with me in the

confide in me completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and

him away and continued cooking,

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

counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he

found Waylen irresistibly

an enigmatic

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel to

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

his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

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

but the servants

“They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s natural

in an intense gaze, Rena focused on

do you see? If you truly care for me, then

eyes averted

noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though

Waylen chuckled.

down, he let Rena cook and then took

then went to

thoughts were in

departure from the legal world but

Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided

for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and

felt it

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

*

a

but when facing Alexis, she emanated

in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with gentle

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

cough,

“In the end, the prince and the princess get

face, showering

a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

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

about dad

Alexis tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a

warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast

cheeks as she lifted Alexis and

drowsy to comply and

on their

declined the

eyes sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What

eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

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

delicate skin

help but admire her for

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

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

responded softly, “Let such thoughts

brushed against hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights to become our cherished

could respond, he

opened the door, the

rain showered the

middle of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness,

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

her, “I’m here.

still trembled

nestled closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to

carrying Alexis

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning

a gust of wind

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor

hesitation,

Alexis in a blanket and resolved

reached the door,

and whispered, “The power is out.

resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them to the master

to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him even as

on the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed

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

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

gaze shifted to

midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the

his fingers reaching out to

asleep?”

touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though

and replied, “I’m

of thunder served as a backdrop to their silent

weren’t here, I’d

to drift

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

next morning, when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear

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

firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By

didn’t utter

he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss her

met in a fervent embrace and

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

at him, finding his

with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress,

shoulder

followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

and her heart