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.

Waylen departed with an air of nonchalance, leaving

the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled the memories shared between

keep

he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be

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 match at

Rena had not been

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

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

me completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting each other through

away and continued cooking,

you tell me about your affair with that

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

found Waylen

was an enigmatic

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding

ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t you? Do I linger in your heart? You just can’t find a way to forgive me yet…

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

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

young and oblivious, but the servants would surely see

they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process.

gaze, Rena focused on

hoarse voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly care

eyes averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

cook and then took

to take

were

his departure from the legal world

question, yet they decided

Rena acknowledged

it was

intimately again, it

*

felt a tinge of

dinner, but when facing Alexis, she

leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and

he was the prince of mom

slight cough, taken aback

sighed with contentment. “In the end, the prince and the princess

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face,

drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book,

dad

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

the warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

holding a glass of milk. He

she lifted Alexis and urged,

Alexis was too drowsy to comply

the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their

also declined

huskily suggested, “What

the idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk,

a silk

of delicate skin adorned her

admire

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

in, Waylen complied and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering

responded softly, “Let such thoughts

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

Rena could respond, he

the door, the

rain showered the season, a

the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness,

in Rena’s embrace

reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid, my

still trembled with

Rena’s arms, yearning to find

contemplated carrying Alexis to

the door, the roaring

of wind blew

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking

hesitation, Rena

a blanket

to reached the door, the

gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should go

found herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped

and the other grasping Rena’s hand,

and she clung tightly to

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing

half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis

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

gaze shifted to

themselves sharing the same bed, their

he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch Rena’s

asleep?”

Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer,

and replied, “I’m

served as a backdrop

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

managed to

never let go of her hand

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

murmured softly, “I’ll go

wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena

didn’t utter

grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and

a fervent embrace and

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

gazed at him, finding

right

explored under her silk nightdress,

his shoulder and

“Are you

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and