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

as 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

keep it

as soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be aware

don’t have to worry about me. I had already decided long ago that I would donate my

been

suddenly

can you promise me that

me completely. I want us to be just

him away and

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

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

Waylen irresistibly

an enigmatic blend of

Rena refrained from adding fuel to

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

his shoulders,

please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re not

might be young and oblivious, but the servants would

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

an intense gaze, Rena focused

you see? If you truly care for me,

eyes averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

he let Rena cook and then

to take

thoughts were in

departure from the legal world

question, yet they decided

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

it was too

If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this

*

felt a tinge

during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she

against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of

the prince of mom when

slight cough, taken aback

“In the end, the prince and the princess get

face, showering her with

drifted into a peaceful slumber,

tale book, she prepared

about dad and

Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share

Rena’s

Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and

blush tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk before

drowsy to comply and refused to

Waylen planted a tender kiss on their

also declined the

and he huskily suggested, “What if

eventually accepted the milk, sipping

a silk

of delicate skin adorned her

but admire her for a lingering

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

“Let

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

could respond,

the door, the

showered the season, a

the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like ethereal

and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid, my

still trembled with

Rena’s arms, yearning

carrying Alexis

opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes

a gust of wind blew open

room instantly, soaking the floor near

no hesitation, Rena

a blanket and resolved to

the door, the

With 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

herself unable to resist as fear and

Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen

fears and she clung

on the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis

and

gaze shifted to

of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same

as he held Alexis close, his fingers

you asleep?” he inquired

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

eyes and replied, “I’m

of thunder served as a backdrop to their

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

Rena managed to drift into slumber

only certainty she had was that he never let go of

Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze.

Rena murmured softly, “I’ll

her closer. By

utter a

on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his

in a fervent embrace and the

conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in

him,

with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

gently explored under her silk nightdress,

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

and her