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 Lyndon

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

keep it hidden

soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be aware of

informed me earlier. Waylen, you don’t have to worry about me. I had already decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow

not been entangled

suddenly

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

just like

gently pushed him away and continued cooking, displaying

why didn’t you

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

Waylen

kiss was an enigmatic blend of passion

from adding fuel to

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

his shoulders, Rena’s action was

The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re not

the servants would surely see them and

reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process.

an intense gaze, Rena

you see?

eyes averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

cook and then took a few deep

went to take his

were

his departure from the legal world but

unspoken question,

feelings for him, Rena

it was

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

*

a tinge

mind wandered during dinner, but when facing

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

the prince of mom when he

cough, taken aback

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

Alexis‘ innocent face,

into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled the

was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she

dad and

with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a

of Rena’s embrace,

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

she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk before

drowsy to

planted a tender kiss on

declined the

suggested, “What if

Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping

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

of delicate skin adorned

help but admire her for a lingering

Rena handed the glass back to him and settled down, murmuring,

while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your

responded softly, “Let

he softly voiced, “I

Rena could respond, he

opened the door, the sound of rain

showered the season, a rare

middle of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in

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

trembled

arms, yearning to

Alexis

door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning

of wind blew

instantly, soaking

hesitation, Rena

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket and

the

gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and

as

holding Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s

to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him even as they settled

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

hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed

on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he

gaze shifted to

themselves sharing

heart softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to

you asleep?” he inquired

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

her eyes and replied, “I’m ready to

of thunder served as a backdrop to

a gentle tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold

managed to drift

she had was that he never let go of her hand

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

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

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

utter

hands, he restrained her

lips met in a fervent embrace and the passion

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

at him,

with Alexis right

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating,

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her