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

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

soon as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to

lips as 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 blood and bone marrow to someone in need, and I actually signed up for it in my early 2@s. My sample has been stored in

been entangled

Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

her ear, Waylen expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll share these things with me in

to be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting each

pushed him away and continued

replied, “Oh, is that so? Then why didn’t you tell me about your

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

Waylen

enigmatic blend of

from adding fuel

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 way to

hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

down, please. The servants will gossip

might be young and oblivious, but the servants would surely see them and

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

intense gaze, Rena focused

“What do you see? If you truly care for me, then just help

eyes averted

she noticed between his legs, she teased, “Even though you’re no longer a lawyer,

Waylen chuckled.

her down, he let Rena cook and then took a few

went to take

thoughts were

had wanted to inquire about his departure from

Waylen understood her unspoken question,

feelings for him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and

felt it was too

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

*

felt a tinge of

during dinner, but when facing Alexis,

she leaned against the headboard, cradling Alexis in her

Alexis murmured, “Dad said he was the prince of

cough, taken aback by Waylen’s

“In the end, the prince

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face, showering her with

into a peaceful slumber, her

tranquil ambiance, Rena presumed that Alexis was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she

about dad and

with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share

warmth of Rena’s embrace, Alexis

entered the room, holding a glass of milk.

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

too drowsy to

planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s

declined the

he huskily suggested, “What if I offer you

Rena eventually accepted

the dim golden glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long

delicate

help but admire her for a

back to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn

bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear, “Rena, when will you share your nights with

softly, “Let

lips brushed against hers, and he softly voiced, “I

could respond, he

Waylen opened the door, the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

rain showered the season, a

the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

darkness, illuminating

seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

close, Rena reassured her, “I’m here.

trembled with

in Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

carrying Alexis to

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of

gust of wind

the room instantly,

no hesitation, Rena

wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take her

to reached the door, the bedroom

in a bathrobe, approached 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

herself unable to resist as fear

grasping

presence seemed to calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly

coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

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

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

gaze shifted to

of such tempestuous weather, they found themselves sharing the same

as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out

you asleep?”

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

she closed her eyes and

of thunder served as a backdrop to their

“If Alexis weren’t here, I’d

Rena managed to

never let go of her hand throughout

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

Rena murmured softly, “I’ll

her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware, she found

utter

her hands, he restrained her movements and lowered his head

met in a fervent embrace and

whispered 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 that. Rena… It wasn’t really

him, finding his defense

with Alexis right

fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress,

resist biting his shoulder and firmly stating, “Waylen,

“Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her heart