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, leaving Lyndon

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

attempted to keep it hidden

he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

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

not been

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

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

to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting

gently pushed him away

that so? Then why didn’t you

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

Waylen irresistibly

enigmatic blend of passion and

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel to

trailed from her lips to her neck, and then to the tender curve behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about

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

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

be young and oblivious, but the servants

a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s natural

gaze, Rena focused on

you see? If you truly care for me,

eyes averted for

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

Waylen chuckled.

Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths until he

went to

thoughts were in

departure from the legal world but eventually she held

her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave

for him, Rena

felt it was too

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

*

felt a tinge of

wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis,

her

prince of mom when

slight cough, taken

with contentment. “In the end, the

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face,

slumber,

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

dad and

Alexis tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad

warmth of Rena’s embrace,

glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a faint

Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and

drowsy to comply

at the edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her

also declined

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

Rena eventually accepted

her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long

glimpse of delicate skin adorned her

but admire

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

kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share

responded softly, “Let such

softly voiced, “I yearn

Rena could respond,

door, the sound of rain greeted

showered the season, a rare

the middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

of lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the

awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened

“I’m here. Don’t be afraid,

still trembled

in Rena’s arms, yearning

contemplated carrying Alexis

the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes

gust of wind blew open a

room instantly, soaking the floor near

no hesitation,

in a blanket and resolved

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

resist as fear and

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

clung tightly to him even

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with

about half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled

abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle patting motion on

gaze shifted to

themselves

softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers

you asleep?” he

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

her eyes and replied, “I’m ready

thunder served as a backdrop to their silent

Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you close

managed to drift into slumber

never

Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating

Rena murmured softly, “I’ll

wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware,

didn’t utter

hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head

met in a fervent embrace and the passion

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

at him, finding his defense

but, with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

her silk nightdress, provoking

shoulder and firmly stating,

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her