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

the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled the memories shared between

to keep it hidden from

as he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be

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

Rena had not been entangled in these

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

promise me that you’ll share these things with

just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting

away

Then why didn’t you tell

as Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in

Waylen

an enigmatic blend of passion and

her hesitation, Rena refrained from

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

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

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

be young and oblivious, but the servants would surely see them and

a divorce is a gradual process.

intense gaze, Rena focused on

do you see? If

averted

between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a lawyer, your persuasive tongue

Waylen chuckled.

and then took a few deep breaths until he regained

went to

thoughts were

from the legal

Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to

she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged

she felt it was

they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if

*

a tinge

mind wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she

against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms

was the prince of mom

suppressed a slight cough, taken

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

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering

slumber,

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

dad and

Alexis tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a special

Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast

lifted

to

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

also declined the

he huskily suggested, “What if I offer you something else to

Rena eventually accepted

adorned in a silk nightdress, and her

glimpse of delicate skin adorned

admire her for a

him and settled down, murmuring, “Please

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

“Let

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

could respond, he

opened the door, the sound of rain

the season, a

of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows

awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s

reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t

still trembled with

nestled closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

contemplated carrying Alexis

door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning filled

of wind blew open a

inundated the room instantly, soaking

hesitation,

in a blanket and resolved to take

the door, the bedroom door creaked open

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

resist as fear and uncertainty gripped

the other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them

Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him even as they settled on

bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis

abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle patting motion on

his gaze shifted to

weather, they found themselves

softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers

you asleep?” he inquired

off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though her

and replied, “I’m ready to

of thunder served as

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

Rena managed to drift

certainty she had was that he never let go of her hand throughout

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

state, Rena murmured softly,

wrist, pulling her closer. By the time

utter a

firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to

met in a fervent embrace

whispered into her ear, “The power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in

at him, finding his defense

with Alexis right beside them, he refrained

gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a response

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder and

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you

Just be quiet.”

and