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,

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

keep it hidden from

as he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware of

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 stored in the bone marrow bank, and our bone marrow types don’t

been entangled in

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

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

be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting each other through

away and continued cooking, displaying

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

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

Waylen irresistibly

was an enigmatic blend of passion and

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding

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

hands resting on his shoulders,

please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re not genuinely

the servants

playfully bit his lip, stating, “They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s natural for us to be

an intense gaze,

voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly care for me, then just help

eyes averted

legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a lawyer, your persuasive tongue remains

Waylen chuckled.

her down, he let Rena cook and then took a

then went to take his

thoughts were

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

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they

for him, Rena acknowledged

she felt it was

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

*

a tinge

dinner, but when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with gentle

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

a slight cough, taken

“In the end, the prince and

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face,

drifted into a peaceful slumber,

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

about dad and

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

warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their

she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have

to comply

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

declined

sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What if I

accepted the milk, sipping it

a silk nightdress, and

of delicate skin adorned

admire her for a

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

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

“Let such thoughts

voiced, “I yearn for those nights to

could respond,

the door, the

rain showered the

middle of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

and seeking refuge in

her, “I’m here. Don’t

still trembled with

nestled closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

Alexis to Waylen’s

the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning filled the

wind blew open

the room instantly,

no hesitation,

in a blanket and resolved to take

about to reached the door, the bedroom

darkness. With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power

resist as

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

seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him even as they settled

patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with

amidst the soothing rhythm,

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

gaze shifted

the midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves

heart softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to

you asleep?”

Rena hadn’t dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly

closed her eyes and replied, “I’m

distant rumble of thunder served as a backdrop

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

managed to

certainty she had was that he never let go of her hand

penetrating gaze.

Rena murmured softly,

move, he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware,

didn’t utter a

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

fervent embrace

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

him, finding

Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a response from

resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating, “Waylen,

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

and her heart