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

between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the

attempted to keep it hidden

he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be

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

Rena had not been entangled

suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

me that you’ll share these things with me in

be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting each other through

away and

is that so? Then why didn’t you tell me about your affair with that

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

found Waylen

enigmatic blend of

from

behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still

on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged with

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

oblivious, but the servants would surely

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

gaze, Rena

do you see? If you truly care for me,

eyes averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

then took a few deep

then went to take his

thoughts were

about his departure from the legal world but eventually

unspoken question, yet

for him, Rena acknowledged her

it was too

engaged intimately again,

*

a

when facing Alexis,

in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with gentle

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

a slight cough, taken

“In the end, the prince and the princess

innocent face, showering

peaceful slumber, her soft

tranquil ambiance, Rena presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to her surprise, Alexis

about dad and

responded with gentle affection,

Rena’s embrace,

that very moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a

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

to comply

Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised,

declined

suggested, “What if

accepted the milk, sipping it

her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress,

delicate skin adorned

admire her

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

in, Waylen complied and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your nights with

“Let

voiced, “I yearn for those nights to become our cherished

Rena could respond,

the sound

rain showered the

of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating the

in Rena’s embrace frightened

reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t

still trembled with

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find

carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

she opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding

of wind blew

the room instantly, soaking the floor

hesitation,

in a blanket and resolved

to reached the

arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should go and sleep in my

unable to resist as fear and uncertainty

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

fears and she clung tightly to him

coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with

about half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm,

and he continued the gentle patting motion on

gaze shifted

midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves

he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly

you asleep?”

his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt

she closed her eyes and replied,

served as a backdrop to

Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you close

managed to drift

that he never let

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

state, Rena murmured softly,

her closer. By the

didn’t utter a

her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head

a fervent embrace and the passion

out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed

at him, finding

but, with Alexis right beside them,

explored under her silk

resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating,

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her