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

In addition to the gift,

to keep it hidden

reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware

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

not been entangled in

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that

want us to be just like any ordinary

him away and continued cooking, displaying

didn’t you tell me about your affair with that

his hands

Waylen irresistibly

kiss was an enigmatic blend of passion

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel to the

ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I

her hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s

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

young and oblivious, 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

gaze, Rena focused on

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

eyes averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

he let Rena cook and then

then went to take his

thoughts were

from the legal world

her unspoken question, yet they

she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and emotional

felt it was

before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if things went

*

felt a tinge

during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she

headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with gentle

the prince of mom

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback by

contentment. “In the end, the prince and

innocent face, showering her with affectionate

peaceful slumber, her soft

tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to her surprise, Alexis spoke up

dad

Alexis tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and

of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

milk. He

tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have

drowsy to comply and

on their daughter’s

also declined

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

Rena eventually accepted the milk,

her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair cascaded

glimpse of delicate skin

help but admire her

to him and settled

whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share

responded softly, “Let such thoughts

he softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights to

Rena could

opened the door, the sound of

the

of the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating the

in Rena’s embrace

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

still trembled

in Rena’s arms, yearning

contemplated carrying Alexis to

she opened the door, the roaring thunder and

of wind

room instantly,

no hesitation,

in a blanket and resolved to take

about to reached the door, the bedroom door creaked

clad in a bathrobe, approached them through the darkness. With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup

herself unable to resist as fear and

other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen

mere presence seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him even as they settled on

bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with

hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and

muscles and

his gaze

themselves sharing the same bed,

softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to

asleep?”

his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt

and replied, “I’m ready to

served as a backdrop to their silent

expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you

managed to drift

certainty she had was that he never let go of

penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he had been watching

murmured softly,

firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the

utter

a firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered

a fervent embrace and

and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my fault

at him,

intimacy but, with Alexis right

explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a

resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating, “Waylen,

followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her