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 nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

a barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which

attempted to keep it hidden

as soon as he reentered the

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware

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 bank, and our bone marrow types

not been entangled

Waylen suddenly

expressed, “Rena, can you promise me

confide in me completely. I want us to be just

him away and

you tell me about your affair with

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

Waylen

kiss was an enigmatic blend of passion

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel

uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I

resting on his shoulders, Rena’s

composed now, she whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re not

the servants would surely see them

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

intense gaze, Rena focused on

you see? If you

eyes averted

“Even though you’re no longer a lawyer,

Waylen chuckled.

he let Rena cook and then

went to

thoughts were in

his departure from the legal world

understood her unspoken question, yet

him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

it was too

intimately again,

*

felt a tinge

when facing Alexis,

her arms and read the fairy tale of

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

suppressed a slight cough, taken

sighed with contentment. “In the end, the

face, showering her with affectionate

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber, her

Rena presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book,

about dad and

with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a special

warmth of Rena’s

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

Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk before you

to comply

kiss on their daughter’s

declined the

huskily suggested, “What if

accepted the milk, sipping

the dim golden glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk

glimpse of delicate skin adorned her

admire her for

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

in, Waylen complied and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when

softly, “Let such thoughts

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

Rena could

Waylen opened the door, the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

the season,

the middle of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s

seeking refuge in Rena’s

her, “I’m

still trembled with

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find

carrying Alexis

opened the door, the roaring

wind blew open

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor

hesitation, Rena

blanket and

about to reached the door, the

gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is

herself unable to resist as fear

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

and she clung tightly to him even as they settled on the

Waylen patiently 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

gaze shifted

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

close, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch Rena’s

asleep?” he

off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she

and

thunder served as a

Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold

Rena managed to drift into

only certainty she had was that he never let go of

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

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

firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware, she found

utter

restrained her movements and lowered his

in a fervent embrace and the passion

the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying

at him, finding

desired intimacy but, with Alexis right beside them,

fingers gently explored under her silk

biting his shoulder and firmly

followed. “Are you

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her