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 Lyndon

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

to keep it hidden from

as soon as he reentered the

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware

me earlier. Waylen, 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

been entangled in

suddenly embraced her

ear, Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that

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

pushed him away and continued cooking,

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

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

found Waylen

kiss was an enigmatic

Rena refrained from adding fuel

he uttered, “Rena, you

resting on his shoulders, Rena’s

me down, please. The servants will gossip and

and oblivious, but the servants would surely

reconciling after a divorce

in an intense gaze,

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

averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

down, he let Rena cook and then took a

went to take his

thoughts were

departure from the

question, yet

that she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

she felt it was

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

*

felt a

but when facing

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

said he was the prince of mom when he read this last

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback

with contentment. “In the end, the prince and

at Alexis‘ innocent face,

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber,

aside the fairy tale book, she

about dad and

tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and

warmth of Rena’s embrace,

of milk. He had

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

to comply and refused

bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and

also declined

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

the idea, Rena eventually accepted

golden glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair cascaded gracefully over

of delicate skin adorned her

admire her for

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

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

“Let such

voiced, “I

could

Waylen opened the door, the sound of

heavy rain showered the season, a

middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in

reassured her, “I’m here.

trembled with

arms,

Alexis to Waylen’s

the roaring thunder and

gust of wind blew

room instantly, soaking the floor near the

no hesitation, Rena

wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved

she was about to reached the door, the bedroom

in a bathrobe, approached them through the darkness. With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power

to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped

one hand holding Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s hand,

presence seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to

Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed

her feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued

his gaze shifted

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

heart softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching

asleep?” he inquired

touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though her heart was

and

thunder served as a backdrop to their silent

“If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you

to drift into slumber

was that he never let go

penetrating gaze. It

her groggy state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll

held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware, she found herself underneath

utter a

restrained her movements and lowered his head

lips met in a fervent embrace and the

working. You were

at him, finding

right beside them, he refrained

under her silk nightdress, provoking

his shoulder and firmly stating,

“Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her heart