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 nonchalance, leaving

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

keep it

he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected 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 in need, and I actually signed up for it in my early 2@s. My sample has been stored in the bone marrow

had not been entangled

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share these things with

in me completely. I want us to be just like any

pushed him away

why didn’t you

trailed off as Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping

Waylen irresistibly

enigmatic blend of

hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel

her neck, and then to the tender curve behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about

on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

The servants will gossip and how

young and oblivious, but the servants would surely

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

intense gaze, Rena focused

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

eyes averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

he let Rena cook and then took a few

to take his

thoughts were in

inquire about his departure from the legal

her unspoken question, yet they

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

felt it

relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect

*

a tinge

during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read

was the prince of mom when he read

cough, taken aback

contentment. “In the end, the prince and

face, showering her with

into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

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

about dad

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

the warmth of Rena’s

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

Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk before you

Alexis was too drowsy to comply and refused

tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her rest.

also declined

and he huskily suggested, “What

accepted the

a silk nightdress, and her

delicate skin adorned her

admire her for a

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

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

softly, “Let

hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn for

could respond, he

opened the door, the sound of rain

the season,

middle of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

through the darkness,

awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s

“I’m here.

still trembled

arms,

contemplated carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

opened the door, the roaring

a gust of wind blew open

and wind inundated the room instantly,

no hesitation,

Alexis in a blanket

she was about to reached the door, the bedroom door creaked open

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

resist as fear and

other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them

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

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

an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis

her feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued

gaze shifted

the midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the

softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch Rena’s

asleep?” he

hadn’t dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as

her eyes and replied, “I’m ready

of thunder served as a backdrop to their silent

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

to drift

that he never let go

deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he

state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll

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

didn’t utter

her movements

in a fervent embrace and

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 fault that I was so

gazed at him, finding his defense

with Alexis right beside them, he

under her

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder

followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her