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

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

to keep it hidden from

reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware of

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

had not been entangled in

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

her ear, Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll

in me completely. I want us to be just like

pushed him away and continued

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

pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged

Waylen irresistibly

an enigmatic blend of passion

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel 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 your heart? You just can’t find a way

his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re

the servants

divorce is a

an intense gaze,

do you see? If you

eyes averted for

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

Waylen chuckled.

let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths until he regained

went to

were

departure from

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they

feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and emotional

she felt it

experienced an on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it might

*

a tinge of

when facing Alexis, she emanated

her

said he was the prince of mom when he read this

slight cough, taken

end, the prince and the princess get

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face,

slumber, her

fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself.

dad

with gentle affection, “Dad and mom

of Rena’s

holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and

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

was too drowsy to comply and refused

the edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her rest. You

also declined the

and he huskily suggested, “What

Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping

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

glimpse of delicate skin adorned her

admire her for a

back to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the light when

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

“Let such

voiced, “I yearn for

Rena could respond,

the sound of rain greeted

showered the season,

the middle of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened

close, Rena reassured her, “I’m here.

trembled with

nestled closer in Rena’s arms,

carrying Alexis to

opened the door, the roaring thunder

gust of wind

and wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor

no hesitation, Rena

blanket

she was about to reached the door, the bedroom door

from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power

found herself unable to resist as fear and

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

presence seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly

coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with

about half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled

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

gaze

found themselves sharing the same bed, their

close, his fingers reaching out

you asleep?”

hadn’t dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though

eyes and replied,

rumble of thunder served as a backdrop

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

to drift into slumber

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

morning, when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he had been watching

murmured softly, “I’ll go

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

didn’t utter a

hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to

met in a fervent embrace and

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

him,

intimacy but, with Alexis right

gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a response

resist biting his shoulder and firmly

coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

flushed and