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.

air of nonchalance, leaving

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

attempted to keep it hidden

he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to

would donate my blood and bone marrow to

had not been

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

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

completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary

pushed him away and continued cooking, displaying

you tell me about your affair with

his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in

Waylen

enigmatic blend of

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel to the

In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do

on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

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

the servants would surely see them

“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

intense gaze, Rena

voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see?

averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

and then took a few deep breaths

then went to take his

were in

his departure from the legal world but eventually

unspoken question, yet they decided

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

felt it was

intimately again, it might affect

*

a tinge

mind wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she

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

the prince of mom when

cough, taken aback by

“In the end,

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with

peaceful slumber, her soft

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

about dad

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

warmth of Rena’s

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

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

Alexis was too drowsy to comply and

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

also declined the

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

idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping

the dim golden glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk

glimpse of delicate skin

help but admire

handed the glass back to him and

good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your nights

responded softly, “Let such

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

Rena could

Waylen opened the door, the sound of rain greeted

rain showered the

the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows

refuge in Rena’s

Alexis close, Rena reassured her, “I’m

still trembled with

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to

contemplated carrying Alexis to

the moment she opened the door, the roaring

gust of wind

and wind inundated the room instantly,

no hesitation,

a blanket and resolved to

reached the door, the bedroom door

Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power

to resist as

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

presence seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

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

and he continued the gentle patting motion on

gaze

tempestuous weather, they found themselves

held Alexis close, his fingers reaching

asleep?” he inquired

his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as

she closed her eyes and

as a backdrop to their

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

Rena managed to drift into

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

morning, when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It

softly, “I’ll go

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

utter

firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and

lips met in a fervent embrace and the

during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed

him, finding his

right

gently explored under her silk

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

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her heart