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.

departed with an air of nonchalance, leaving

villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled the memories shared between him

to keep

as he reentered the

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware of

smile graced Rena’s lips 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 my early 2@s. My sample has been stored in the bone marrow

Rena had not been entangled in these

words, Waylen suddenly embraced

into her ear, Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share these things with

I want us to be just

pushed him away

replied, “Oh, is that so? Then why didn’t you tell me about

against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a passionate

Waylen

an enigmatic blend

from adding fuel to the

“Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I linger in your heart? You just can’t find a

resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action

whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later?

young and oblivious, but the servants would surely

understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now;

an intense gaze, Rena focused on

voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If

averted

between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re

Waylen chuckled.

let Rena cook and then took a few deep

then went to take

thoughts were

had wanted to inquire about his departure from the legal

question, yet

Rena acknowledged

it was

intimately again,

*

a tinge of

mind wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she

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

said he was the prince of mom when he read this

cough, taken aback

end, the prince

Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with affectionate

drifted into a peaceful slumber,

dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle

about dad

responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share

of Rena’s

of milk. He had overheard their

Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have

was too drowsy to comply and refused to

edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on

declined

huskily suggested, “What if I offer you something else

Rena eventually accepted

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

delicate skin

couldn’t help but admire her

Rena handed the glass back to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please

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

softly, “Let such thoughts

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

Rena could respond,

Waylen opened the door, the sound of

showered the

middle of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness,

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

close, Rena reassured her, “I’m here.

still trembled

nestled closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find

Alexis

the moment she opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding

gust of wind blew open a

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor near the

hesitation, Rena

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved

she was about to reached the door, the bedroom

took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the

resist as

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

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

coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into

Alexis rested her feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued

his gaze shifted

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

his fingers reaching out to

asleep?” he inquired

tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though her heart was

eyes and replied, “I’m

as a

Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold

managed to drift into

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

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

groggy state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go

wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena

utter a

he restrained her movements and lowered his head

a fervent embrace and

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

at him, finding

desired intimacy but, with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

gently explored under her silk nightdress,

his shoulder and firmly

followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her heart