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 nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

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

keep it hidden

he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware

graced Rena’s lips as she revealed, “My mother is in the same hospital as him. She informed 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 it in my early 2@s. My sample has been

had not been

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

me that you’ll share

in me completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary

away and continued cooking,

why didn’t you

hands cupping the back of

found Waylen

kiss was an enigmatic blend of

from adding fuel to

to 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

shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged with

gossip and how could I face them

but the servants would

seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now;

in an intense gaze, Rena focused on

Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you

averted

she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even

Waylen chuckled.

and then took a few deep

then went to take

were in

wanted to inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually

her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave it

that she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

it was

experienced an on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if things went

*

a

mind wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she emanated

her arms and read

murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of mom when

cough, taken

end, the prince

innocent face, showering her

a peaceful slumber, her

fairy tale book, she

dad

responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom

the warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

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

Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis

Alexis was too drowsy to

of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their

also declined

“What if I offer you something else

the idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping

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

delicate skin

but admire her for a lingering

and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the light

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

softly, “Let

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

could respond,

the door, the sound

rain showered the season, a rare

middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

through the darkness,

trembling and seeking refuge in

Rena reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid,

trembled

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning

Alexis to

roaring thunder and blinding

gust of wind

inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor near

hesitation,

a blanket and resolved to take her to

she was about to reached the

Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You

herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped

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

she clung tightly to him even as they settled on the

on the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually

muscles and he continued

his gaze shifted to

themselves sharing the

held Alexis close, his fingers

asleep?” he

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

she closed her eyes and

distant rumble of thunder served as a backdrop to their silent

a gentle tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you close in

managed to drift into

never let go of her

when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating

softly, “I’ll go prepare

wrist, pulling her closer.

utter

he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss her

lips met in a fervent embrace and

“The 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,

Alexis right beside

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a response from

shoulder and firmly stating,

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

and her heart