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

and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled the memories

to keep it

as he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be

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 early 2@s. My sample

Rena had not been

Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

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

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

away and continued

why didn’t you tell me about your affair with that female

trailed off as Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a

Waylen irresistibly

enigmatic

from adding

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

shoulders,

composed now, she whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re not

and oblivious, but the servants would surely see them and

a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now;

an intense gaze, Rena focused

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

eyes averted for a

she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re

Waylen chuckled.

her down, he let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths

then went to take his

thoughts were

departure from the legal world but eventually she

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to

that she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her

she felt it was too

engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis

*

a tinge of

wandered during dinner, but when facing

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

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

cough, taken aback by Waylen’s

sighed with contentment. “In the end, the

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with

peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

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

about dad and

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

the warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He had

as she lifted Alexis and

drowsy to comply

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

also declined the

he huskily suggested, “What

accepted the milk, sipping it

a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair cascaded gracefully over her

glimpse of delicate skin adorned

but admire her

him and

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

“Let such thoughts

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

could

the door, the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

heavy rain showered the

the middle of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the

refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

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

trembled

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find

Alexis

the moment she opened the door, the roaring thunder and

wind blew open

instantly, soaking the

no hesitation, Rena

in a blanket and resolved

reached the door, the bedroom door

With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out.

as fear and uncertainty

holding Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s hand,

seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him even

Waylen patiently coaxed

half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis

on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle patting motion

his gaze shifted to

tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing

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

asleep?” he

his fingertips slightly warmer, she

she closed her eyes and replied, “I’m ready to

distant rumble of thunder served as a backdrop to their silent

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

managed to drift into

he never let go of her hand

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

her groggy state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast

he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By

utter

he restrained her movements and lowered

fervent embrace and the passion

were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my fault that I was so

him, finding his

desired intimacy but, with Alexis right beside them, he refrained

explored under her silk

resist biting his shoulder and

coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and