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

as a barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in

to keep it hidden

as soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to

as 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 been stored in the bone marrow bank, and

had not been entangled in

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her

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

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

away and continued cooking, displaying

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

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

Waylen

an enigmatic blend

Rena refrained from adding fuel

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

on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re not genuinely

the servants would surely see them and

reconciling after a divorce is a gradual

gaze, Rena

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

eyes averted for a

she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a

Waylen chuckled.

he let Rena cook and then

to take his

were

about his departure from the

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they

him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

she felt it was

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

*

felt a tinge

mind wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she emanated

in her arms and read the fairy tale of Cinderella with gentle

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

cough,

the end, the prince and

innocent face, showering her with

peaceful slumber,

the fairy tale

about dad

gentle affection, “Dad

the warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

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

slight blush tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted

too drowsy to comply

bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s

also declined the

he huskily suggested, “What if I

accepted the

in a silk nightdress,

delicate skin

help but admire her for a lingering

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

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

responded softly, “Let such

hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn for

Rena could respond, he

Waylen opened the door, the sound of rain

showered the

the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating

in Rena’s embrace

Rena reassured her, “I’m

trembled

nestled closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

Alexis to

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes

wind blew open

room instantly, soaking

hesitation, Rena

blanket and resolved to take her

about to reached the door,

a bathrobe, 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

unable to resist as fear

and the other grasping Rena’s hand,

mere presence seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung

bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

hour, amidst the soothing rhythm,

abdominal muscles and he

gaze shifted to

they found themselves sharing the same bed, their

Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to

you asleep?”

his tender touch, his fingertips slightly

her eyes and replied,

as a backdrop to

Alexis weren’t here, I’d

to

had was that he never let

awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze.

Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare

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

utter

he restrained her

a fervent embrace

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

at him,

with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from

fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a response

biting his shoulder and

coaxes followed. “Are you

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her heart