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.

Waylen departed with an air of nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

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

attempted to keep it

as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to

I had already decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone

not been entangled

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

“Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share

want us to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting

gently pushed him away and continued

that so? Then why didn’t you tell

Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping

Waylen irresistibly

was an enigmatic blend of passion

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel

her lips 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 you? Do I linger in your heart? You just can’t find a way to forgive me yet… Am

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

gossip and how could I face them later?

but the servants

understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is

an intense gaze, Rena

do you see? If you truly care for me, then just

eyes averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

let Rena cook and then

went to take

thoughts were in

to inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually

unspoken question, yet they decided to leave it

Rena

she felt it

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

*

a tinge of

dinner, but when facing Alexis,

she leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella

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

slight cough, taken aback by Waylen’s

contentment. “In the end, the prince

at Alexis‘ innocent face,

slumber, her soft

tale book, she prepared to settle down

dad

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

Rena’s embrace, Alexis

of milk. He had overheard their conversation and

blush tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk

to comply

at the edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her rest. You have

also declined the

huskily suggested, “What

idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping

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

delicate skin adorned

admire her

the milk, Rena handed the glass back to him and

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

responded softly, “Let such thoughts

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

Rena could

the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

showered the

middle of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like ethereal

awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in

reassured her, “I’m here.

still trembled with

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to

contemplated carrying Alexis

the roaring thunder

wind blew open

room instantly,

no hesitation, Rena

blanket and

reached the door, the bedroom

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

found herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty

hand holding Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s

presence seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly

on the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled

muscles and he continued the gentle patting

gaze

such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their

close, his fingers reaching

you asleep?”

touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as

and

rumble of thunder served as a

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

to drift into slumber

never let go of

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

softly, “I’ll go

held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was

didn’t utter

her movements and lowered his head to

lips met in a fervent

air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really

gazed at him, finding his defense

Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a response from

shoulder and firmly stating,

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her