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 of

villa. In addition to the gift,

attempted to keep

as soon as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to

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 in need, and I actually signed up for it in my early 2@s. My sample has been stored in

been entangled in these

Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

me that you’ll

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

gently pushed him away and continued cooking,

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

hands cupping

found Waylen

was an enigmatic

from adding

he 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 I

her hands resting on his shoulders,

composed now, she whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and

young and oblivious, but the

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

in an intense gaze, Rena focused

inquired, “What do you see? If you

averted

she teased, “Even

Waylen chuckled.

and then took

then went to take his

thoughts were in

from the legal world but eventually

Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they

him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and emotional

it

experienced an on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately

*

a

during dinner, but when

her arms and read the fairy tale of

the prince of mom when he read this last

a slight cough, taken

end, the prince and the princess get

innocent face, showering her with affectionate

peaceful slumber,

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

about dad

with gentle affection, “Dad

warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

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

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

too drowsy to comply and refused to

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

also declined

sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What if

eventually accepted the milk, sipping

glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her

of delicate skin adorned her

admire her for a lingering

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

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

responded softly, “Let

lips brushed against hers, and he softly voiced, “I

could respond, he

opened the door, the sound of rain

the season,

middle of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s

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

still trembled with

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

carrying Alexis to

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning

a gust of wind blew open a

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the

no hesitation, Rena

wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take her to

reached the door, the bedroom door creaked open

Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And

resist as

the other grasping Rena’s hand,

and she clung tightly to him even

coaxed Alexis, tenderly

the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into his protective

abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle patting motion

gaze

found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled

close, his fingers reaching out to lightly

asleep?” he

his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer,

eyes and replied,

as

gentle tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold

Rena managed to

only certainty she had was that he never let go of her

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

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

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

didn’t utter a

restrained her

fervent embrace and the

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

at him, finding his

but, with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking

his shoulder

“Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her heart