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

as a barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he

attempted to keep it

reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware

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 in

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

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

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

away and continued

Then why didn’t you tell me about your affair

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

Waylen irresistibly

kiss was an enigmatic

hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel

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

shoulders, Rena’s action

“Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip

young and oblivious, but the servants would

stating, “They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual

intense gaze, Rena focused

voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly care for me,

eyes averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths until he regained

went to

thoughts were in

to inquire about his departure from the legal world but

her unspoken question, yet they decided

that she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her

she felt it

experienced an on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately

*

felt a tinge

wandered during dinner, but when facing

in her arms and read

“Dad said he was the prince of mom when he read this

suppressed a slight cough,

end, the prince and the princess

face, showering her with affectionate

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

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

about dad and

gentle affection, “Dad and mom share

Rena’s embrace, Alexis

moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk.

cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some

too drowsy to comply and refused to

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

declined the

and he huskily suggested, “What if I offer you

idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk,

silk nightdress,

glimpse of delicate skin adorned

couldn’t help but admire her for a

and settled down,

tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena,

responded softly, “Let such

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

could respond,

Waylen opened the door, the sound

the season,

of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s

refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid, my

still trembled

nestled closer in Rena’s arms, yearning

contemplated carrying Alexis

door, the roaring thunder and blinding

a gust of wind blew open a

inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor

no hesitation, Rena

Alexis in a blanket and

to reached the door, the bedroom door creaked

arms and whispered, “The power is out.

as fear and

holding Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s

she clung tightly to him even as they settled on the

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

rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed

and

gaze

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

as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out

asleep?” he inquired

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

eyes and replied, “I’m

distant rumble of thunder served as

“If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you close in my

Rena managed to drift

was that he never let go of her hand

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

softly,

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

didn’t utter

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

lips met in a fervent embrace

ear, “The power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my fault that I was

at him, finding his

with Alexis right beside them,

explored under her silk nightdress,

biting his shoulder and firmly

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

and her