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

closed gate 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 shared

attempted to keep it hidden from

as soon as he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

expected her to be aware

worry about me. I had already decided long ago that I would donate my blood and bone marrow

been entangled in these

her words, Waylen suddenly

can you promise me that you’ll share these

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

away and continued cooking, displaying

Then why didn’t you tell me about your affair with that female

as Waylen abruptly pressed her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he engaged

Waylen irresistibly

enigmatic blend of passion and

refrained from adding fuel to the

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 action was tinged

she whispered, “Lower me down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re not

young and oblivious, but the servants would surely see

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

in an intense gaze, Rena

“What do you see? If you

eyes averted

teased, “Even though you’re no longer

Waylen chuckled.

Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths until he

went to

were

about his departure from the legal

Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to

Rena acknowledged her womanly

felt it was

intimately again,

*

felt a tinge of

when facing Alexis,

her arms

murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of mom when he

cough, taken

end,

innocent face, showering her with

drifted into a peaceful slumber,

Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she

dad

Alexis tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom

warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

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

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

Alexis was too drowsy to

planted a tender kiss on

also declined the

huskily suggested, “What if I offer you

eventually accepted the milk,

in a silk nightdress, and her

of delicate skin

admire her for a lingering

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

while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you

softly, “Let such thoughts

and he softly voiced, “I yearn for

could

door, the sound of

heavy rain showered the season,

of the

The ominous rumble reverberated.

lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating

seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

her, “I’m here. Don’t be afraid,

trembled

in Rena’s arms, yearning to

Alexis to

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

gust of wind blew open

instantly, soaking

no hesitation, Rena

in a blanket and

the door, the bedroom door creaked

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

unable to resist as

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

and she clung tightly to him even

on the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis,

rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into his

muscles and

his gaze shifted to

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

softened as he held Alexis close, his

you asleep?” he

Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly warmer, she felt as though her

closed her eyes and replied, “I’m ready to

of thunder served as a backdrop to

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

Rena managed to

that he never let go of

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

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

he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer.

utter

he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss her

fervent embrace and the

into her ear, “The power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like

gazed at him, finding his defense

desired intimacy but, with Alexis right beside

her silk nightdress,

couldn’t resist biting his shoulder and

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her heart