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.

an air of nonchalance, leaving Lyndon

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

to keep it hidden

he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to be aware of

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

not been entangled in

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

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

me completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary

gently pushed him away and continued cooking,

why didn’t you tell me about your affair with that

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

found Waylen irresistibly

enigmatic blend of passion and

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel

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

on his shoulders, Rena’s action was

whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re

but the servants would surely see them and

after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now;

gaze, Rena focused

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

averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

he let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths

to take his

thoughts were in

his departure from the legal world but eventually

question, yet they decided to leave it

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and emotional

felt it

they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if things went

*

felt a tinge

when facing Alexis, she

cradling Alexis in her

murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of

cough, taken

the end,

Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her

a peaceful slumber,

Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared

about dad and

Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and

warmth of Rena’s embrace,

a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and

lifted Alexis and

drowsy to comply and

on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her

declined the

“What

eventually accepted the milk, sipping

glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair

delicate skin adorned

couldn’t help but admire her for a lingering

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

good-night kiss while whispering into

softly, “Let such

hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights to become our cherished

Rena could

opened the door, the sound of

the season, a

middle of the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows like ethereal

in

reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t

trembled

arms, yearning to find

carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

moment she opened the door, the roaring thunder

of wind

instantly, soaking the floor near the

hesitation, Rena

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket and

about to reached the door, the

Alexis from Rena’s arms and

resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

the other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen

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

Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing

the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into his protective

muscles and

his gaze shifted to

of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same

held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch

asleep?” he

hadn’t dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though her

eyes and replied,

of thunder served as

“If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you

Rena managed to drift into

never let go of her hand

penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he

murmured softly,

her wrist, pulling her closer.

didn’t utter a

grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered

in a fervent embrace and the

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

him, finding his

with Alexis right beside

gently explored under her

biting his shoulder and firmly stating,

“Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

and her