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.

air of nonchalance, leaving

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

attempted to keep it hidden from

reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be aware of

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 has been stored in the bone marrow bank, and

Rena had not been entangled

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

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

to be just like

pushed him away and

replied, “Oh, is that so? Then why didn’t you tell me about

kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a

found Waylen irresistibly

an enigmatic blend of passion

refrained from adding fuel to the

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?

her hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action

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

be young and oblivious, but the servants would surely see them and

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

gaze, Rena

hoarse voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see?

eyes averted for

ignore what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though

Waylen chuckled.

cook and then took a few

to take

were in

to inquire about his departure from the

understood her unspoken question, yet

feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

it was too

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

*

felt a tinge

mind wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

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

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

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback

with contentment. “In the end,

at Alexis‘ innocent face,

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to her surprise, Alexis

dad

affection, “Dad

of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

a glass of milk. He had overheard

slight blush tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged,

too drowsy to comply and refused to

kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised,

also declined

huskily suggested, “What if

idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

the dim golden glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk

glimpse of delicate

couldn’t help but admire her for a

Rena handed the glass back to him and settled

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

responded softly, “Let such thoughts

brushed against hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those

could

the

the season,

of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating the

in Rena’s embrace frightened

Rena reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t

still trembled

Rena’s arms,

Alexis to

moment she opened the door, the roaring

of wind blew open a

and wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor near the

no hesitation, Rena

wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take her to

about to reached the door, the

Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two

unable to resist as fear

one hand holding Alexis and the other grasping

and she clung

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled

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

gaze shifted

they found themselves sharing the same

as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch Rena’s

you asleep?” he inquired

Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly

and replied, “I’m ready to

served as a backdrop

expressed, “If Alexis weren’t

Rena managed to drift into

he never let go of her hand

Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how

murmured softly,

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

didn’t utter

her movements and

lips met in a fervent embrace

were lying in my bed, dressed like that.

at him, finding his

desired intimacy but, with Alexis right beside them, he

her silk nightdress, provoking a response

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder and

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her heart