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 of nonchalance, leaving

gate now stood as a barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a

keep

soon as he reentered the

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to

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

been

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

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

completely. I want us to be just

away and continued cooking,

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

trailed off as Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head

Waylen

was an enigmatic blend

hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel

tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t

shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged with

she whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re

the servants would surely see

individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re

in an intense gaze,

Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly care for

eyes averted for

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

Waylen chuckled.

and then took

to take his

thoughts were

had wanted to inquire about his departure from the

understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to

feelings for him, Rena acknowledged

she felt it

engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if things went

*

a tinge

dinner, but when

in her arms and

said he was the prince of mom when he

a slight cough, taken

sighed with contentment. “In the end,

innocent face, showering

a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled the

the tranquil ambiance, Rena presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared

about dad and

with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share

of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

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

cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have

too drowsy to comply and refused

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

declined

suggested, “What if I offer

accepted the

her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and

delicate skin

help but admire

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

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

“Let such thoughts

he softly voiced, “I yearn for those

could respond, he

opened the door, the

showered the season, a rare

the middle of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

Rena reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t

still trembled with

nestled closer in Rena’s arms,

Alexis to Waylen’s

moment she opened the door, the roaring thunder

gust of wind blew open

and wind inundated the room instantly, soaking

no hesitation, Rena

in a blanket and resolved to take her

she was about to reached the

gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should

to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

the other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them

calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him

Waylen patiently coaxed

rhythm,

and he continued the gentle patting motion on her

his gaze shifted to

they found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled

Alexis close, his fingers reaching

you asleep?”

off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though

her eyes and replied, “I’m ready

served as a backdrop to their

tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here,

to

he never let

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

murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast for

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

didn’t utter

grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his

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

at him,

desired intimacy but, with Alexis right beside them,

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking

shoulder

coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her heart