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.

departed with an air of nonchalance,

barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled

to keep it hidden from

reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware

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

been entangled in these

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

her ear, Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share these things with me in the

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

him away and

Then why didn’t you tell me about

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

Waylen

an enigmatic blend

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel to

trailed from her 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

shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged with

now, she whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and

and oblivious, but the servants would surely see

seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce

intense gaze,

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

eyes averted

between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re

Waylen chuckled.

down, he let Rena cook and then took a few

went to take

thoughts were

had wanted to inquire about his departure from the legal world

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to

him, Rena acknowledged her

it

before. If they engaged intimately

*

a tinge

when facing Alexis, she emanated utmost

her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with

“Dad said he was the prince of mom when

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback by Waylen’s

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

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering

peaceful slumber, her soft snores

the fairy tale

dad and

affection, “Dad and mom share a

warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

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

as she lifted Alexis and urged,

too drowsy to comply and refused

a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her rest. You have

declined the

eyes sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What if I offer

the idea, Rena eventually accepted

was adorned in a silk nightdress,

glimpse of delicate skin

but admire her for a lingering

and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the light when you

and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her

“Let such

he softly voiced, “I yearn

could respond,

door, the sound

showered the season,

middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating the

and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

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

trembled with

nestled closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find

Alexis to Waylen’s

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

wind

the room instantly, soaking

no hesitation,

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket

about to reached the

from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should go and sleep

as fear and uncertainty gripped her

grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them to the

and she clung tightly to him even as they settled on

patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with

soothing rhythm, Alexis

feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and

his gaze

themselves sharing the same bed, their child

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

asleep?” he

Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly

she closed her eyes and

served as a backdrop to

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

to drift into

he never let go of her hand throughout the

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

softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast for

pulling her closer.

utter a

on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss

fervent embrace and the passion

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

at him, finding his

right beside

fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a

resist biting his shoulder

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and