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

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

attempted to keep it

he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware

decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone in need,

Rena had not been entangled in these

Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena

you promise me that you’ll

us to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and

away and continued cooking,

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

abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back

Waylen irresistibly

an enigmatic blend of

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel to the

you still care about me, don’t you? Do

hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s

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

be young and oblivious, but the servants would

“They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual

an intense gaze, Rena focused

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

eyes averted for

what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even

Waylen chuckled.

then took a

to take

were in

to inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually she

her unspoken question, yet they decided

him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

felt it was too

they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this

*

a tinge of

wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she emanated

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

he was the prince of mom when

cough, taken aback by Waylen’s

sighed with contentment. “In the end,

innocent face, showering her with

into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores

was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to her

about dad and

gentle affection, “Dad and mom

Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast a

Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis

Alexis was too drowsy to comply and refused to

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

also declined the

eyes sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What if I offer

idea, Rena eventually accepted

her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long

of delicate skin adorned

help but admire her for a lingering

Rena handed the glass back to him and settled

and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear,

responded softly, “Let

“I yearn for those nights to become our

Rena could respond, he

the sound of rain

the season, a rare

of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

the darkness, illuminating

in Rena’s embrace frightened by

reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t be

trembled with

in Rena’s arms,

contemplated carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

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

wind blew open

inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor near the

hesitation,

a blanket and resolved

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

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

herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped

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

and she clung tightly to him even as they settled on

patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing

half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and

muscles and he continued the gentle patting motion on her

gaze shifted to

midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing

as he held Alexis close, his fingers

asleep?” he inquired

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

closed her eyes and

rumble of thunder served as

“If Alexis weren’t

managed to drift into slumber

was that he never let go of her hand throughout the

met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he had

her groggy state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll

she could move, he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully

utter

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

fervent

power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my

gazed at him, finding his

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

under her silk

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating,

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

flushed and