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.

with an air of nonchalance,

addition to the gift, he

attempted to keep it

soon as he reentered the

“Did Lyndon come?”

hadn’t expected her to

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

Rena had not been entangled in

concluding her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

me that you’ll share these things

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

pushed him away

is that so? Then why didn’t you tell me about your affair

her against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping

Waylen

an enigmatic blend of

from adding fuel to

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 to forgive me yet… Am

hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action was

down, please. The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re

but the servants would surely see them

individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a

an intense gaze, Rena focused

Waylen inquired, “What do you see? If you truly care for

averted for

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

Waylen chuckled.

Rena cook and then took

to

thoughts were in

inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually

understood her unspoken question,

him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

felt it was too

experienced an on-and-off relationship before. If they engaged intimately again,

*

a tinge

wandered during dinner, but when

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

“Dad said he was the prince of mom when he

a slight cough,

sighed with contentment. “In the end, the prince and the

innocent face, showering her

a peaceful slumber, her soft

fairy tale book, she

about dad and

gentle affection, “Dad and

Rena’s embrace,

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

cheeks as she lifted Alexis and urged,

Alexis was too drowsy to comply

bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their

also declined

huskily suggested, “What if I offer you something else to

the idea, Rena eventually accepted the milk,

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

of delicate skin adorned her

help but admire her for a lingering

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

tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear,

“Let such

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

Rena could

door, the sound of rain greeted Rena’s

the season,

the middle of the night, thunder disrupted

The ominous rumble reverberated.

through the darkness, illuminating the city’s windows

trembling and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by

“I’m

still trembled

Rena’s arms,

carrying Alexis

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

a gust of wind blew

the room instantly, soaking the floor near

hesitation, Rena

wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to

to reached the door,

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.

as fear

hand holding Alexis and the other grasping Rena’s

calm Alexis’ fears and she clung tightly to him even as they

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her

rhythm, Alexis

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

gaze shifted

themselves sharing the same

Alexis close, his fingers

you asleep?” he inquired

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

closed her eyes and replied,

distant rumble of thunder served as a backdrop to their

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

managed to

that he never let go of her hand throughout the

she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It

murmured softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast for

held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the

utter a

restrained her movements and lowered his

met in a fervent embrace and the

the night, and the air conditioner wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that.

him, finding

but, with Alexis right beside them,

her silk nightdress, provoking a response from

his shoulder and firmly

coaxes followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and