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.

an air of nonchalance,

the gift, he held a diary in his hand,

attempted to keep it hidden

as soon as he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be aware of

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.

been entangled in

Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

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

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

pushed him away

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

against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her

found Waylen

an enigmatic blend of

Rena refrained from adding fuel

the tender curve behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I linger in your heart? You just can’t

hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action

“Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later?

young and oblivious, but the servants would surely see them and

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

intense gaze, Rena focused on

see? If you truly care

eyes averted for

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

Waylen chuckled.

let Rena cook and then took a few

then went to

thoughts were in

his departure from the legal world but

her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave it

him, Rena acknowledged

she felt it

intimately again, it might affect Alexis this

*

felt a

mind wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she

leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the

prince of mom when he read

cough, taken aback by Waylen’s

with contentment. “In the end, the prince and

innocent face, showering her

into a peaceful slumber, her

that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However,

dad

Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a

of Rena’s embrace,

milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast

tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted

too drowsy to comply and

tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her rest.

declined

suggested, “What if I offer

the idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

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

glimpse of delicate

but admire her for a

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

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

responded softly, “Let

softly voiced, “I

Rena could respond,

door, the sound

the

middle of the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

pierced through the darkness,

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

“I’m here. Don’t be afraid,

still trembled with

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning

contemplated carrying Alexis to

the roaring thunder and blinding

a gust of wind blew open a

and wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor

hesitation, Rena

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

about to reached the door, the

arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the

herself unable to resist as

other grasping Rena’s hand,

fears and she clung tightly to him even as they settled on

patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and

on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle patting motion

gaze

of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled between

his fingers reaching out

you asleep?” he

course, Rena hadn’t dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though her heart was

her eyes and replied, “I’m ready

as a backdrop to

weren’t here, I’d

to

that he never

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

murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast

she could move, he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer.

utter a

a firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss

in a fervent embrace and

ear, “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

him, finding his

but, with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from

explored under her silk

shoulder and firmly stating,

gentle coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

flushed and