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, leaving Lyndon

closed gate now stood as a barrier between Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in

to keep it hidden

he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

to be aware

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

not been entangled in

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her

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

confide in me completely. I want us to be just like any ordinary couple,

gently pushed him away

why didn’t you tell me

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

found Waylen irresistibly

an enigmatic

hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel to

kisses trailed 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 way

on his shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged

gossip and how could I face them

but the servants would surely see them and

reconciling after a divorce is a

intense gaze, Rena focused on

do you see? If

eyes averted

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

Waylen chuckled.

he let Rena cook and then took a few deep breaths

went to take his

thoughts were

to inquire about his departure from the legal

unspoken question, yet

Rena acknowledged her womanly desires and emotional

felt it was too

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

*

felt a

mind wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she emanated

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

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

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback by Waylen’s

“In the end, the prince and the

face, showering her with

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber, her

was dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to settle down herself. However, to her surprise, Alexis

dad

tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad

Rena’s embrace, Alexis drew

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

as she lifted Alexis and urged,

was too drowsy to comply

edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let

also declined

he huskily suggested, “What if I offer you

eventually accepted the milk, sipping

golden glow, her silhouette was adorned in a silk

glimpse of delicate skin adorned

help but admire her for a lingering

handed the glass back to him and settled down, murmuring,

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

“Let such thoughts

lips brushed against hers, and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights to become

could

Waylen opened the door, the sound of rain greeted

the season, a rare

the middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s

close, Rena reassured her, “I’m here. Don’t

trembled

nestled closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to

carrying Alexis

she opened the door, the roaring

of wind blew open

and wind inundated the room instantly, soaking

no hesitation,

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to

to reached the

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

unable to resist as fear and uncertainty gripped her

Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s

she clung tightly to

on the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into

on Waylen’s abdominal muscles and he continued the

his gaze shifted

they found themselves sharing the

close, his

you asleep?”

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

her eyes and replied, “I’m ready to

as

tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t

managed to drift into slumber

only certainty she had was that he never let go of

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

groggy state, Rena murmured softly, “I’ll

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

utter

her movements and lowered his head to kiss her

fervent embrace

ear, “The power went out during the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying

him, finding his defense

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

explored under her silk

biting his shoulder and firmly

“Are you feeling shy?

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and her