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

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

to keep

reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware of

I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone in need, and I actually signed up

been

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share these things with me in the

completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting each

gently pushed him away and continued

so? Then why didn’t you tell me about

his hands cupping the

found Waylen irresistibly

an enigmatic blend

her hesitation, Rena refrained from

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?

shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged with

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

but the servants would

his lip, stating, “They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s natural

in an intense gaze, Rena focused on

see?

eyes averted for

legs, she teased, “Even though you’re

Waylen chuckled.

let Rena cook and then took

to take his

were in

from the legal world

her unspoken question, yet they decided to

him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

it was

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

*

a tinge of

during dinner, but when facing Alexis,

her

Alexis murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of mom when he read

cough, taken

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

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with affectionate

drifted into a peaceful slumber, her

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

of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

room, holding a glass of milk. He

she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk before

Alexis was too drowsy to

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

also declined the

and he huskily suggested, “What if I offer

idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk,

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

delicate skin

but admire her for a

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

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

“Let

hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn

Rena could respond,

Waylen opened the door, the sound of

showered the season,

the middle of the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

of lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows

in

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

trembled with

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

contemplated carrying Alexis to

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes

a gust of wind blew open a

instantly, soaking the

no hesitation, Rena

a blanket

about to reached the door, the bedroom

a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should go and sleep

unable to resist as

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

Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly

bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing

half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled

and he continued the

gaze shifted

found themselves sharing the same bed, their

as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out

you asleep?”

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

and replied, “I’m

of thunder served as a backdrop to

weren’t here, I’d hold you close in

Rena managed to

that he never let go

deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he had been watching

state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast

her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware, she found herself

didn’t utter

her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss her

in a fervent embrace and the passion

wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my fault that I was so turned

him, finding

intimacy but, with Alexis right beside them, he refrained

gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking

resist biting his shoulder and firmly

followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her heart