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

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

attempted to keep it hidden

soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware

already decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone

Rena had not been entangled in these

words, Waylen suddenly

expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that

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

pushed him away and continued

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

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

Waylen

an enigmatic blend

Rena refrained from

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

her hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

servants will gossip and how could I face

be young and oblivious, but the servants would surely see

divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that

in an intense gaze, Rena focused

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

averted for

she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a lawyer, your persuasive

Waylen chuckled.

setting her down, he let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths until he

went to take his

were

his departure from the legal world but eventually she held

understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to

that she had feelings for him, Rena

felt it was too

experienced an on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately

*

a tinge of

when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

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

he was the prince of mom

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback by Waylen’s

with contentment. “In the end,

Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her

a peaceful slumber, her soft snores

the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself.

about dad and

tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection,

the warmth of Rena’s

room, holding a glass of milk. He

as she lifted

to comply

of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on

also declined the

and he huskily suggested, “What if

the idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk,

silk nightdress, and her long brown hair

of delicate skin

couldn’t help but admire her for

finishing the milk, Rena handed the glass back to him and settled down, murmuring,

a tender good-night kiss while whispering into

“Let such

he softly voiced, “I

could respond, he

opened the door, the sound of rain

heavy rain showered the season,

middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness, illuminating the city’s windows

and seeking refuge in Rena’s

“I’m here. Don’t be afraid, my

trembled

nestled closer in Rena’s arms,

Alexis to Waylen’s

moment she opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning

a gust of wind blew

instantly,

hesitation, Rena

blanket and resolved to take her

she was about to reached the door, the bedroom

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

herself unable to resist as fear

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

clung tightly to him even

coaxed Alexis, tenderly

the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into

muscles and he continued

gaze

themselves sharing

he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out

asleep?”

off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer,

closed her eyes and replied, “I’m ready

rumble of thunder served as

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

Rena managed to drift into slumber

had was that he never let go of her hand

Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he

softly, “I’ll

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

didn’t utter a

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

met in a fervent embrace and the passion

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

at him, finding

desired intimacy but, with Alexis right beside them, he

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking

resist biting his shoulder

coaxes followed. “Are you

Just be quiet.”

and her