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

Lyndon and the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his

attempted to keep it

as soon as he reentered the kitchen,

“Did Lyndon come?”

her to be aware

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 the bone marrow bank,

Rena had not been

Waylen suddenly embraced

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

be just like any ordinary couple, sharing and supporting each

gently pushed him away and continued cooking, displaying

didn’t you

the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back

Waylen

enigmatic blend

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel

to the tender curve behind her ear. In a husky tone, he uttered, “Rena, you

shoulders, Rena’s action was tinged with

down, please. The servants will gossip and how

oblivious, but the servants would surely see

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

gaze, Rena focused on

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

eyes averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

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

then went to take

were

inquire about his departure from the legal world but

understood her unspoken question, yet they decided

feelings for him, Rena

it

they engaged intimately

*

felt a tinge of

wandered during dinner, but when

the headboard, cradling Alexis in her arms and read the fairy tale

said he was the prince of

a slight cough, taken

sighed with contentment. “In the end, the prince

face, showering her with affectionate

a peaceful slumber,

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

dad and

tenderly, Rena responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share a special

of Rena’s

the room, holding a glass of milk. He had overheard their conversation and cast

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

was too drowsy to comply and refused

the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s

also declined the

eyes sparkled, and he huskily suggested, “What if I offer you

the idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk,

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

of delicate

couldn’t help but admire her for a lingering

and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off

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

softly, “Let

voiced, “I yearn for those nights to become

Rena could

the sound of rain

heavy rain showered the season,

the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

of lightning pierced through the darkness, illuminating the

in Rena’s embrace

Rena reassured her, “I’m here.

trembled with

nestled closer in Rena’s arms, yearning to find her

contemplated carrying Alexis to

the door, the roaring

wind blew open

the room instantly, soaking the

hesitation, Rena

in a blanket and resolved

she was about to reached the

gentle gesture, he took Alexis from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out.

resist as fear

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

Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to

bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

about half an hour, amidst the soothing rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed

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

gaze shifted

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

softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out

you asleep?” he

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

and replied,

distant rumble of thunder served as a backdrop

gentle tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t here, I’d hold you close in

managed to

she had was that he never

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

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

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

didn’t utter a

he restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss

fervent embrace and the

wasn’t working. You were lying in

at him, finding his

intimacy but, with Alexis right

gently explored under her silk

resist biting his shoulder and firmly

followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

flushed and