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 Lyndon

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

keep it

he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware

long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone in need, and I actually signed up for it in

Rena had not been

suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

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

want us to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting

pushed him away and continued

didn’t you tell

kitchen counter, his hands cupping the

found Waylen

kiss was an enigmatic blend of passion

refrained from adding fuel

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

shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged with

The servants will gossip

oblivious, but the servants would surely see them and

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 to be

an intense gaze, Rena focused

do you see? If you truly care for me, then just help

averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

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

then went to take

thoughts were in

wanted to inquire about his departure from the legal

question,

she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

it was too

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

*

a tinge of

during dinner, but when

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

“Dad said he was the prince of mom when he

cough,

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

at Alexis‘ innocent face,

peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

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

about dad

with gentle affection, “Dad and

the warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

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

cheeks as she lifted Alexis and

drowsy to comply and

of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her

also declined the

huskily suggested, “What if I offer

accepted

a silk nightdress, and her long brown

of delicate

help but admire her

the milk, Rena handed the glass back to him and

whispering

responded softly, “Let such

hers, and he softly voiced, “I

could

the sound

the season, a

the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

pierced through the darkness, illuminating the

seeking refuge in

reassured her, “I’m here.

still trembled with

Rena’s arms,

carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes

wind

inundated the room instantly,

hesitation, Rena

blanket

was about to reached the door, the bedroom door

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 is dead. You two

as fear

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

fears and she clung tightly to him even as they settled on

patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with

hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed

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

gaze shifted

such tempestuous weather, they found themselves

his fingers reaching out

asleep?” he

touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though

closed her eyes and replied, “I’m ready to

distant rumble of thunder served as

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

managed to drift into slumber

she had was that he never let go of

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

murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare

he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena

didn’t utter

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

met in a fervent embrace and the

ear, “The power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that.

him,

but, with Alexis right

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress,

resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating,

“Are

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her heart