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,

now 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

keep it hidden

as soon as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be

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

had not been entangled

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

can you promise me that you’ll share these things with me in the

just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting each

him away

so? Then why didn’t you tell me about your

the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he

found Waylen

enigmatic blend

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel

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 me, don’t you? Do I linger in

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

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

the servants would

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

intense gaze,

“What do you see?

averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

and then took a few deep

to take

thoughts were in

inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually she

her unspoken question, yet they decided to

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and emotional

felt it was

before. If they engaged intimately again, it might

*

a tinge

dinner, but when facing Alexis, she emanated

she leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her

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

cough, taken aback by

the end, the

innocent face, showering her with affectionate

peaceful slumber, her

the fairy tale book, she prepared

dad and

affection, “Dad and mom share a

warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

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

lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk

Alexis was too drowsy to comply

edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s

declined the

he huskily suggested, “What

eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

in a silk nightdress,

of delicate skin adorned

admire her for a

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

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

“Let

hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn for

Rena could respond, he

the door, the sound

rain showered the

middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like

and seeking refuge in Rena’s

“I’m here. Don’t be afraid,

still trembled

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to

carrying Alexis to

roaring

gust of wind blew open

and wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the

hesitation,

blanket and resolved to take her to

to reached the door, the

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

resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

the other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen

she clung tightly to him

bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

the soothing rhythm,

rested her feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued

gaze shifted to

weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled

his fingers reaching out to lightly touch

you asleep?” he

dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as

she closed her eyes and replied, “I’m

served as a backdrop to

“If Alexis weren’t here,

to drift into

he never let go of her hand throughout

deep, penetrating

softly, “I’ll go prepare

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

utter

he restrained her movements and

fervent embrace and the passion

whispered into her 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…

gazed at him, finding his defense

right beside them, he refrained from being

her silk nightdress, provoking a response from

his shoulder

followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

and