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, leaving

the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled the memories

attempted to keep

as soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware of

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 I actually signed up for it in my early 2@s. My sample has

not been entangled

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

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

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

away and

“Oh, is that so? Then why didn’t you tell me about

Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged in a passionate and

found Waylen irresistibly

kiss was an enigmatic

Rena refrained from

“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… Am

hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action

she whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I

might be young and oblivious, but the servants would surely

individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now;

an intense gaze, Rena focused on

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

averted for

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

Waylen chuckled.

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

went to take his

thoughts were in

his departure from

her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave

feelings for him, Rena acknowledged

she felt it was too

engaged intimately again,

*

felt a

dinner, but when facing

in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella

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

a slight cough, taken aback

the end, the prince and the

face, showering her with affectionate

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft

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

dad and

affection, “Dad and

the warmth of Rena’s embrace,

of milk. He had overheard their conversation and

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

Alexis was too drowsy to

a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let

declined

suggested, “What if I offer

accepted

adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair cascaded gracefully over

of delicate

but admire her for a

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

whispering into her ear,

responded softly, “Let such thoughts

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

Rena could respond, he

door, the

showered the season, a

the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness, illuminating the

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

Alexis close, Rena reassured her, “I’m here.

trembled

arms, yearning to find

Alexis to Waylen’s

the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning

wind blew open

room instantly,

hesitation,

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take

to reached the door, the bedroom door creaked open

gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered,

resist as fear and uncertainty

Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s hand,

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

coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually

feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued

gaze

such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled

close, his

asleep?” he inquired

dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as

her eyes and

thunder served as a

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

Rena managed to drift

never let go of her hand throughout

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

Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go

her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware, she

didn’t utter a

he restrained her

lips met in a fervent embrace

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

him, finding his defense

desired intimacy but, with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

explored under her silk

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder and

gentle coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her