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.

air of nonchalance,

villa. In addition to the gift, he held a

keep it

as soon as he reentered the kitchen, Rena

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware of

would donate my blood and bone marrow to someone in need, and I actually

Rena had not been

words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled, Rena questioned,

Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll

me completely. I want us to be just like

away and continued

why didn’t you

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

Waylen

an enigmatic blend of passion

from adding

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

resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action was

servants will gossip and how could I

and oblivious, but the servants would surely see

seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s

intense gaze, Rena

voice, Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If

averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

cook and then took a

went to

were

had wanted to inquire about his departure from the legal

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet

that she had feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

she felt it was

they engaged intimately again,

*

felt a tinge of

wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis,

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

the prince of mom when he read this last

suppressed a slight cough, taken

with contentment. “In the end, the

face, showering

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled the

tale book, she prepared

about dad

affection, “Dad and mom share

Rena’s embrace, Alexis

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

she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have

Alexis was too drowsy to comply

tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let

also declined the

sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What if I offer you something else to

eventually accepted the milk, sipping it

was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her

glimpse of delicate skin

couldn’t help but admire

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

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

“Let such

“I yearn

could

the door, the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

showered the

of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s

“I’m here. Don’t be

still trembled

Rena’s arms, yearning to find

Alexis

roaring

wind

and wind inundated the room instantly, soaking the floor near

hesitation, Rena

Alexis in a blanket and resolved

she was about to reached the

gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You two should go

resist as fear

grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen led them to

to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly

on the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed

hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into

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

his gaze shifted to

of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same bed, their child nestled

his fingers reaching out to lightly touch

you asleep?” he

his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as

and

distant rumble of thunder served as

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

to drift into

she had was that he never let go of her

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

Rena murmured softly, “I’ll go

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

didn’t utter a

restrained her movements and lowered his head to

a fervent embrace and the

the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in

him,

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

her silk

biting his shoulder and firmly stating,

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her heart