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

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

attempted to keep it hidden from

soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be

would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone in need, and I actually signed up for it in

Rena had not been

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her

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

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

away and continued

didn’t you tell me about your affair

his hands cupping the back of her

Waylen irresistibly

kiss was an enigmatic blend of passion and

from

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

on his shoulders,

down, please. The servants will gossip and

oblivious, but the servants would surely see

reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s natural for us to

gaze,

a hoarse voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly

eyes averted

noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though

Waylen chuckled.

let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths until he

to

were in

departure from the legal world but eventually she

understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to

had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and

felt it was too

on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis

*

felt a tinge

when facing Alexis,

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

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

cough, taken aback by Waylen’s

“In the end, the prince and the princess

at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her

slumber,

tale book, she prepared to settle

dad

Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share

Rena’s

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

blush tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk before

too drowsy to comply and refused

Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised,

also declined

he huskily suggested, “What if

idea, Rena eventually accepted

in a silk nightdress, and her long brown hair cascaded gracefully over her

delicate skin adorned her

couldn’t help but admire her for a lingering

him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the

while whispering

softly, “Let such thoughts

he softly voiced, “I

could respond,

the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

the season, a

of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

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

still trembled

in Rena’s arms,

carrying Alexis to Waylen’s

the moment she opened the door, the roaring thunder

wind

the room instantly, soaking the

hesitation,

blanket and resolved to

about to reached the door, the bedroom

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 is dead. You

resist as fear and

other grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen

calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to

patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed

abdominal muscles and he

his gaze

found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled between

heart softened as he held Alexis close, his

asleep?”

course, Rena hadn’t dozed off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt

and

thunder served as a backdrop to their

a gentle tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here,

to drift

she had was that he never let go

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

state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll

wrist, pulling her closer.

didn’t utter

grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered

lips met in a fervent embrace and the

working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like

gazed at him,

desired intimacy but, with Alexis right

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress, provoking

shoulder and firmly stating,

coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

flushed and