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,

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

keep

as soon as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware of

as she revealed, “My mother is in 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

had not been

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

can you promise me that you’ll share these

want us to be just like any ordinary couple,

him away and continued cooking,

didn’t you tell me about your affair with

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

found Waylen irresistibly

was an enigmatic

refrained from adding fuel to

to the tender curve behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I linger in your heart? You just can’t find a way

hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action

will gossip and how could I

might be young and oblivious, but the servants

lip, stating, “They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce

intense gaze, Rena focused

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

eyes averted for a

ignore what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even

Waylen chuckled.

then took a few deep breaths

went to

were in

wanted to inquire about his departure from the legal

understood her unspoken question, yet they decided

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

felt it was

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

*

a

during dinner, but when facing Alexis,

against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read

“Dad said he was the prince

suppressed a slight cough,

the end, the prince and the

face, showering her with

a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

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

dad

gentle affection, “Dad and

the warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

glass of milk. He

blush tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis

drowsy to comply and

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

also declined the

he huskily suggested, “What if I offer

eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

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

delicate skin adorned her

couldn’t help but admire her for

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

complied and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into

“Let

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

Rena could

the sound of rain greeted

heavy rain showered the season,

middle of the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like

and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

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

trembled

arms, yearning to

contemplated carrying Alexis to

roaring thunder

of wind

room instantly, soaking the floor near the

hesitation, Rena

in a blanket and resolved to take her

about to reached the door,

and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is

herself unable to resist as

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

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

bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually

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

his gaze

tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled

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

asleep?”

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

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

served as a backdrop to their silent

weren’t here, I’d hold

to drift into

never let go of her

awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long

softly, “I’ll

move, he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time

didn’t utter a

on her hands, he restrained her

in a fervent embrace and the passion

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

him, finding his

with Alexis right

gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a

biting his shoulder and

coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her