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 nonchalance, leaving

between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled the memories shared between him and

keep

as soon as he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to

she revealed, “My mother is in 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

been entangled in these

words, Waylen suddenly

me

I want us to be just like any ordinary couple,

away and continued cooking, displaying

you tell me about your affair with that

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

Waylen

enigmatic blend of passion

hesitation, Rena refrained from

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

his shoulders, Rena’s

will gossip and how could I face them

oblivious, but the servants would surely

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

intense gaze, Rena focused on

“What do you see? If you truly

eyes averted

ignore what she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re

Waylen chuckled.

down, he let Rena cook and then

to

thoughts were

to inquire about his departure from the legal

her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave it

feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly

she felt it was too

an on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this time if things

*

a

dinner, but when facing Alexis, she

cradling Alexis in her arms

murmured, “Dad said he was the prince

suppressed a slight cough, taken

“In the end, the prince and the

at Alexis‘ innocent face,

peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to her surprise, Alexis spoke

dad and

tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad

Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

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

cheeks as she lifted Alexis

was too drowsy to

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

declined the

huskily suggested, “What if I offer you

accepted the

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

of delicate skin adorned her

admire her for

glass back to him and settled down,

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

responded softly, “Let such thoughts

voiced, “I yearn for those nights

Rena could respond, he

Waylen opened the door, the sound

heavy rain showered the

of the night,

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness,

refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened

her, “I’m here.

trembled

nestled closer in Rena’s arms, yearning

Alexis to

moment she opened the door, the roaring thunder and blinding flashes

of wind blew open a

wind inundated the room instantly, soaking

hesitation,

in a blanket and resolved to take her to

the door, the bedroom door

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

found herself unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

other grasping

calm Alexis’ fears and she clung

on the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis,

about half an 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 on her

gaze shifted to

midst of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing

Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch Rena’s

you asleep?” he

tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she

she closed her eyes and replied,

of thunder served as a backdrop to

weren’t here, I’d hold you close in my

Rena managed to

only certainty she had was that he never let

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

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

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

utter a

on her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his

lips met in a fervent embrace and

You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my

gazed at him, finding his

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

explored under her silk nightdress, provoking

shoulder

gentle coaxes followed. “Are

Just be quiet.”

and her heart