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.

with an air of nonchalance, leaving

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

attempted to keep it

as soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be aware

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 sample has been

had not been entangled in these

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

promise me that

me completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting

gently pushed him away and

didn’t you tell me about your affair

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

found Waylen

enigmatic blend

from adding fuel

trailed from her lips 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

on his shoulders,

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

oblivious, but the servants would surely see them

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

in an intense gaze, Rena

a hoarse voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly care for me, then

averted for

legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no

Waylen chuckled.

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

to

thoughts were

his departure from

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

had feelings for him, Rena

she felt it was too

they engaged intimately again, it might

*

felt a

during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she

she leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her

was the prince of mom when he read this last

a slight cough, taken aback

end, the prince and the

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her

into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores

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

about dad and

responded with gentle affection,

Rena’s embrace,

holding a glass of milk. He had overheard

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

too drowsy to comply and

edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s

also declined the

sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What if I offer you

eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

silk

glimpse of delicate skin adorned her

admire her for

the glass back to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn

whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your nights with

responded softly, “Let such

he softly voiced, “I yearn

could

the door, the

showered the season, a rare

of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

her, “I’m here. Don’t

trembled with

in Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

contemplated carrying Alexis

roaring

a gust of wind blew open

inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor near

hesitation,

Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take her to

reached the door, the

arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is

herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped

one hand holding Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s

she clung tightly to him even as they settled on the

coaxed Alexis, tenderly

the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and

on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and

gaze shifted to

the midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their

close, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch Rena’s

you asleep?” he

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

and replied, “I’m ready

distant rumble of thunder served as a backdrop to their

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

managed to

was that he never let go of her

deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he

softly, “I’ll go prepare

pulling her closer. By the

didn’t utter a

her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered

met in a fervent embrace and

were lying in

him, finding

intimacy but, with Alexis right beside them, he refrained

her

shoulder and firmly

gentle coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

flushed and