A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 731-740

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

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

to keep it hidden

as soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware of

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

not been entangled

Waylen suddenly embraced her

promise me

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

pushed him away and continued cooking, displaying

that so? Then why didn’t you tell me about

his hands cupping the back of

found Waylen

was an enigmatic blend

Rena refrained from adding fuel to the

her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I linger

shoulders, Rena’s action

down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides,

but the servants would surely see them and

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

intense gaze, Rena focused on

“What do you see? If you truly care for me, then

eyes averted

ignore what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer

Waylen chuckled.

and then

then went to take

were in

had wanted to inquire about his departure from

question, yet they decided to leave

for him, Rena acknowledged

it was too

engaged intimately again,

*

a

dinner, but when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

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

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

slight cough, taken aback

end, the prince and

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber,

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

about dad

gentle affection, “Dad and mom share

Rena’s embrace,

moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their

she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk

was too drowsy to comply and refused to

of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their

declined

suggested, “What if

accepted the milk, sipping it

in a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair

delicate skin adorned

help but admire her

back to him and settled down, murmuring,

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

responded softly, “Let

softly voiced, “I yearn for those

Rena could respond,

Waylen opened the door, the sound of rain greeted

showered the season,

the middle of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness, illuminating

trembling and seeking refuge in

her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid,

still trembled

in Rena’s arms, yearning

carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

the moment she opened the door, the roaring

a gust of wind blew

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the

no hesitation,

blanket and resolved to take

the door, the bedroom door

Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the

to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped

and the other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them to the master

and she clung tightly to him even as they settled

patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing

an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and

on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and

gaze

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

as he held Alexis close, his

asleep?”

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

her eyes and replied, “I’m

rumble of thunder served as a backdrop to their

tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t

to drift

certainty she had was that he never let go of her hand throughout

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

murmured softly,

pulling her closer. By the time Rena

didn’t utter

her movements and lowered

met in a fervent embrace and

into her 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

him,

Alexis right

under her silk

biting his shoulder and firmly stating,

followed. “Are you

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her

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