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.

with an air of nonchalance, leaving

closed gate now stood as a barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which

attempted to keep it hidden from

as soon as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be

same hospital as him. She informed me earlier. Waylen, you don’t have to worry about me. I had already decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone in need, and

not been

Waylen suddenly embraced

you promise me that you’ll share these things

want us to be just

pushed him away and continued

Then why didn’t you

trailed off as Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the

Waylen irresistibly

was an enigmatic blend of passion

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel

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 your heart? You just can’t find a way to forgive me yet…

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

The servants will gossip and how could I face

might be young and oblivious, but the

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

an intense gaze,

do you see? If you truly care for

averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

and then took a few deep breaths until

went to take

were

his departure from the legal world

understood her unspoken question, yet

had feelings for him, Rena

felt it was

had experienced an on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately

*

a tinge of

during dinner, but when facing Alexis,

cradling Alexis in her arms

prince of mom when he

a slight cough,

with contentment. “In the end, the prince

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering

into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled the

the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to her surprise, Alexis spoke up

dad and

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

warmth of Rena’s embrace,

moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He

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

was too drowsy to comply and refused

the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on

declined

huskily suggested, “What if I

eventually accepted the milk,

silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress,

of delicate skin adorned her

help but admire

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

Waylen complied and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your nights

softly, “Let such thoughts

and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those

could

the sound of

rain showered the season, a

of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

through the darkness, illuminating the

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

her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid,

still trembled

nestled closer in Rena’s arms,

carrying Alexis to

opened the door, the roaring

wind blew

and wind inundated the room instantly, soaking

no hesitation, Rena

a blanket

reached the door,

and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is

as fear and

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

fears and she clung tightly to him even

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis,

soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into

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

his gaze shifted to

themselves sharing the same bed, their child

Alexis close, his fingers

asleep?” he inquired

his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though her heart

and replied,

thunder served as a backdrop to their silent

weren’t here, I’d hold

managed to drift into slumber

only certainty she had was that he never

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

her groggy state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go

closer. By the

didn’t utter

firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and

a fervent embrace and the passion

the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in

gazed at him, finding

right beside them,

explored under her

shoulder and firmly

“Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and