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.

an air of nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

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

keep it

he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware

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 actually signed up for it in

had not been entangled in these

Waylen suddenly embraced

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

be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting each other

pushed him away

so? Then why didn’t you tell me about your affair with that

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

Waylen

kiss was an enigmatic blend

from adding fuel to the

to her neck, and then 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

her hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

me down, please. The servants will gossip and

and oblivious, but the servants would surely

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

an intense gaze, Rena focused on

“What do you see? If you truly

averted for a

“Even though you’re no longer a

Waylen chuckled.

then took a few

to take his

were in

about his departure from the legal world

unspoken question, yet they

feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

it was too

intimately again, it might affect Alexis

*

a

dinner, but when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

her arms

said he was the prince of mom when he read this last

slight cough,

sighed with contentment. “In the end, the prince and

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with

a peaceful slumber, her soft snores

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

about dad and

tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection,

the warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a faint smile

blush tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted

drowsy to comply and refused to

the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on

also declined the

“What if I offer you something else

eventually accepted the milk,

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

glimpse of delicate skin

help but admire her for a

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

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

softly, “Let such

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

could respond, he

the door, the

heavy rain showered the

the middle of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like

in Rena’s embrace

“I’m

still trembled with

arms, yearning to find

carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

the door, the roaring thunder

of wind blew open a

and wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor

hesitation,

blanket and resolved to take her

was about to reached the door, the bedroom

and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should go and

herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

other grasping Rena’s hand,

and she clung tightly to

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing

hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into his

on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he

his gaze shifted

such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the

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

asleep?” he

touch, his fingertips slightly

her eyes and replied, “I’m

as a

Alexis weren’t here,

managed to drift into

he never let go of her hand throughout the

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

softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast for

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

didn’t utter a

her movements

in a fervent embrace and the

ear, “The power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like

at him, finding his defense

Alexis right beside

explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a

shoulder and firmly stating,

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

and her heart