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

the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his

keep it hidden from

as soon as he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware

me. I had already decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone

had not been entangled in these

suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

“Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share

I want us to be just

pushed him away and continued cooking, displaying

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

his hands cupping the back of her head as he

Waylen irresistibly

kiss was an enigmatic blend

Rena refrained from

he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I linger in your heart? You just can’t

his shoulders, Rena’s action

gossip and how could I face them later?

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

playfully bit his lip, stating, “They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process.

gaze,

inquired, “What do you see? If you

eyes averted

noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no

Waylen chuckled.

down, he let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths until he

then went to take his

thoughts were in

had wanted to inquire about his departure from the legal world

understood her unspoken question, yet they decided

for him, Rena

she felt it was

If they engaged intimately again, it might affect

*

a

but when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

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

the prince of mom when he

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback by

“In the end, the prince and the princess

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with affectionate

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber,

fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself.

dad and

tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and

of Rena’s embrace,

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

blush tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk

drowsy to comply and refused to

on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely

also declined the

he huskily suggested, “What if I

idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk,

a silk nightdress, and

delicate

couldn’t help but admire her for a lingering

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

whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your

softly, “Let such

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

could respond, he

the sound

showered the season, a

the middle of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows

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

close, Rena reassured her, “I’m

trembled with

Rena’s arms, yearning

Alexis to Waylen’s

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

a gust of wind blew

instantly, soaking

no hesitation, Rena

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

about to reached the door, the

them through the darkness. With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power

herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

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

to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him even

patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into his

abdominal muscles and he continued

his gaze

midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves

as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly

you asleep?” he

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

eyes and replied, “I’m ready to

thunder served as a backdrop

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

managed to

she had was that he never let go of her hand throughout the

next morning, when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he

Rena murmured softly,

her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena

utter a

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

a fervent embrace and

wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like

him,

desired intimacy but, with Alexis right

fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating, “Waylen,

“Are you

Just be quiet.”

and