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

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

attempted to keep

he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be

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

not been entangled

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly

can you promise me that

us to be just like

away and continued cooking,

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

kitchen counter, his hands cupping

found Waylen irresistibly

enigmatic

Rena refrained from adding fuel

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

resting on his shoulders,

The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re

the servants would surely see them

divorce is a

an intense gaze, Rena

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

averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

down, he let Rena cook and then took a few

then went to take

were

to inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually she held

understood her unspoken question, yet

him, Rena acknowledged her

it was

relationship before. If they engaged intimately

*

felt a

wandered during dinner, but when facing

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

was the prince of mom when he read

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback

sighed with contentment. “In the end, the

at Alexis‘ innocent face,

a peaceful slumber, her

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

about dad and

gentle affection, “Dad and mom

Rena’s

the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a

lifted Alexis and urged,

was too drowsy to comply and refused

of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised,

declined

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

accepted

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

glimpse of delicate skin

help but admire

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

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

responded softly, “Let

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

could respond, he

door, the sound of rain greeted

rain showered the season, a

the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating

and seeking refuge in

“I’m here. Don’t be afraid,

still trembled with

Rena’s arms, yearning to

Alexis to

moment she opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning

wind

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor

hesitation,

in a blanket and resolved to

reached the door, the

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

unable to resist as fear and uncertainty

Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s

and she clung tightly to

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis

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

gaze shifted to

they found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled between

Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly

asleep?”

off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips

she closed her eyes and replied, “I’m

rumble of thunder served as a backdrop to their

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

to drift

never let go of her

she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he had been watching

softly, “I’ll go prepare

she could move, he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware, she found herself underneath

didn’t utter

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

met in a fervent embrace

into her ear, “The 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

at him, finding his defense

right

under her silk nightdress, provoking

resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating,

followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her heart