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

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

to keep

he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware

would donate my

Rena had not been

suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

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

confide in me completely. I want us to be just

pushed him away and continued

you tell me

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

found Waylen

an enigmatic blend of passion and

refrained from adding fuel to the

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

hands resting on his shoulders,

whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re not

oblivious, but the servants would surely see them

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

an intense gaze,

you see? If

eyes averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

Rena cook and then took a few deep

to take his

were in

wanted to inquire about his departure from

Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided

she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

it

on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again,

*

felt a tinge

but when facing

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

he was the prince of mom

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback by

the end, the

face, showering her with

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores

ambiance, Rena presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down

about dad

tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom

warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

that very moment, Waylen entered the room, holding a glass of milk. He

as she lifted Alexis and

to comply

kiss on their daughter’s

also declined

“What if

Rena eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

the dim golden glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair cascaded gracefully over

delicate

admire

and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn

whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your nights with

softly, “Let such thoughts

and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights

Rena could

the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

rain showered the season,

middle of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

of lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened

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

trembled with

arms, yearning to find her

contemplated carrying Alexis to

she opened the door, the roaring

gust of wind blew open a

room instantly, soaking the floor near

no hesitation, Rena

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take her to

reached the door, the bedroom door creaked open

darkness. With a gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should go and sleep in my

as fear and

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

she clung tightly

patiently coaxed

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

Alexis rested her feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued the gentle patting motion on her

his gaze shifted to

themselves sharing the same bed, their

heart softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to

you asleep?”

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

eyes and replied, “I’m ready

rumble of thunder served as

Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you

to drift into

he never let go of

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

groggy state, Rena murmured softly,

held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the

utter

on her hands, he restrained her

fervent embrace and the

went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my fault

gazed at him, finding his defense

desired intimacy but, with Alexis right beside them, he

fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking a response from

biting his shoulder and

followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

and her