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 of nonchalance, leaving

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

keep

he reentered the

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware of

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 sample has been stored in

Rena had not been

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

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

completely. I want us to be just

away and

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

question trailed off as Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a passionate and

Waylen irresistibly

an enigmatic

from

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

resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action was

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

and oblivious, but the

playfully bit his 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 focused

inquired, “What do you see?

averted for

between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a

Waylen chuckled.

then

went to take his

were

to inquire about his departure from the legal world

unspoken question, yet they decided to

feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

felt it was too

relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it

*

felt a tinge of

but when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

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

he was the prince

cough,

sighed with contentment. “In the end, the prince

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber,

Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared

dad

responded with gentle affection, “Dad and

warmth of Rena’s

milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast

Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis

too drowsy to comply and refused

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

declined the

suggested, “What if I offer you something else

accepted the milk, sipping it

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

of delicate

but admire her

finishing the milk, Rena handed the glass back to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the light

a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear,

“Let such thoughts

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

could

opened the door, the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

the season,

of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s

refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

Rena reassured her, “I’m here.

trembled

Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

contemplated carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning filled

of wind blew open a

and wind inundated the room instantly, soaking

hesitation, Rena

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take her to

she was about to reached the

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

unable to resist as fear and

holding Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s hand,

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

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

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

abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle patting motion on her

gaze shifted

such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed,

close, his fingers reaching out to lightly

asleep?” he inquired

dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly

closed her eyes and

of thunder served as a backdrop to their silent

“If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you

to drift

was that he never

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

her groggy state, Rena murmured softly,

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

utter

on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to

lips met in a fervent embrace

power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my

him, finding his

intimacy but, with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

gently explored under her silk nightdress,

resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating, “Waylen,

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

and her heart