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

now stood as a barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he

keep it hidden

reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be aware

She informed me earlier. Waylen, you don’t have to worry about me. I had already decided long ago that I would donate my

been entangled in these

Waylen suddenly

promise me that you’ll share these things with me

be just like any ordinary couple,

pushed him away

so? Then why didn’t you tell me about your affair with that female

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

found Waylen

was an enigmatic blend of

from adding

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

on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

The servants will gossip and how could I face

young and oblivious, but the servants would surely see them and

lip, stating, “They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re

intense gaze, Rena

you see? If you truly care for

eyes averted for

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

Waylen chuckled.

let Rena cook and then took a few

went to take his

were

departure from the

her unspoken question, yet they decided

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

she felt it was too

they engaged intimately again, it might

*

a tinge

but when facing Alexis, she emanated

the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with

murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of mom when he read

slight cough, taken aback

contentment. “In the end, the prince

innocent face,

slumber, her soft snores filled

tranquil ambiance, Rena presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she

about dad and

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

Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast

Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged,

was too drowsy to comply and

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

also declined

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

Rena eventually accepted the milk,

silhouette was adorned in a silk

of delicate skin adorned

couldn’t help but admire her for a lingering

back to him and

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

responded softly, “Let

“I yearn for those nights to

Rena could respond, he

opened the door, the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

showered the season, a

the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s

refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

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

still trembled

Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

Alexis to Waylen’s

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

gust of wind blew open

the room instantly, soaking the floor near

no hesitation,

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket

the door, the

arms and whispered, “The power is out.

to resist as

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

presence seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him even as they settled

bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

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

Waylen’s abdominal muscles and

his gaze

the midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same

softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out

asleep?” he inquired

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

her eyes and replied,

rumble of thunder served as a backdrop

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

Rena managed to drift

was that he never let go of

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

state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast

move, he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer.

didn’t utter

he restrained her movements and lowered his

fervent embrace and the

wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed

gazed at him, finding his defense

with Alexis right beside them,

his fingers gently explored under her

biting his shoulder

“Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

and her