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 Lyndon

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

attempted to keep it hidden

soon as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware

the same hospital 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 Startled,

you promise me

me completely. I want us to be just like

away and continued cooking, displaying

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

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

found Waylen irresistibly

an enigmatic blend of passion

Rena refrained from adding

from her 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 I linger in your heart? You just can’t find a way to forgive

hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action was

gossip

but the

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

intense gaze, Rena focused

see? If you truly

eyes averted for a

teased, “Even though you’re no longer a lawyer, your persuasive tongue remains

Waylen chuckled.

then took a

went to take

were

about his departure from

her unspoken question, yet they decided

Rena

felt it was

engaged intimately again, it might affect

*

a tinge of

dinner, but when facing

bedtime, she leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy

was the prince of mom when he read this

slight cough, taken

with contentment. “In the end,

innocent face, showering

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft

the fairy tale book,

dad and

with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a

the warmth of Rena’s

of milk. He

Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some

to comply and

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

declined

huskily suggested, “What if

Rena eventually accepted the milk,

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

delicate skin

couldn’t help but admire

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

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

“Let

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

could respond, he

Waylen opened the door, the sound of rain greeted

showered the season,

of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness,

awoke, trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s

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

still trembled

closer in Rena’s arms, yearning

contemplated carrying Alexis to

the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning filled the

gust of wind blew open a

and wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the

no hesitation, Rena

a blanket and resolved to

was about to reached the door, the bedroom door creaked open

from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out.

as fear and

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

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

Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually

her feet on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he

his gaze

the midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves

Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly

you asleep?” he

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

eyes and replied, “I’m ready

of thunder served as a

a gentle tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you

to drift into slumber

never let go of

morning, when Rena awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how

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

firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware, she found herself

didn’t utter

firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss her

met in a fervent embrace and the

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

at him, finding his defense

with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking

resist biting his shoulder

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her heart