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

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

keep it hidden

as he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to

is in the same hospital as him. She 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 to someone in need, and I actually signed up for it in my early 2@s. My

been entangled

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

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

can confide in me completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary

him away and continued cooking,

why didn’t you tell me about your

his hands

found Waylen

enigmatic blend of passion

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding

to her 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

resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

servants will gossip

and oblivious, but the servants would surely

divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that

gaze, Rena focused on

a hoarse voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly

averted for

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

Waylen chuckled.

Rena cook and then

then went to take his

thoughts were in

had wanted to inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave

had feelings for him, Rena

it was too

an on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if things went

*

felt a tinge of

dinner, but when facing Alexis, she

the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and

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

a slight cough, taken

“In the end,

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face,

drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled the

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

about dad

responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a special

of Rena’s

glass of milk. He had overheard

lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk before you

too drowsy to comply and refused

planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised,

declined

huskily suggested, “What if I offer you something

idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

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

delicate skin

help but admire her for a lingering

to him and settled down,

tender good-night kiss while whispering into

responded softly, “Let

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

Rena could

door, the sound of rain

showered the season, a

the middle of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

“I’m here. Don’t be afraid, my

trembled

in Rena’s arms, yearning

Alexis

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of

wind blew open a

the room instantly, soaking the

hesitation,

Alexis in a blanket and

about to reached the door, the bedroom door

a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should go

found herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped

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

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

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

rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed

and

gaze shifted to

weather, they found themselves sharing the same

as he held Alexis close, his

you asleep?” he inquired

tender touch, his fingertips slightly

she closed her eyes and replied,

served as

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

managed to

certainty she had was that he never let go of

morning, when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze.

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

could move, he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer.

didn’t utter a

hands, he restrained her

fervent embrace and

the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that.

him, finding

Alexis right beside

fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a

biting his shoulder

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her heart