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,

to the gift, he held a diary in his

keep it hidden

he reentered the kitchen, Rena softly

“Did Lyndon come?”

to

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,

been entangled in these

Waylen suddenly embraced her

expressed, “Rena, can you promise me that you’ll

I want us to be just like

gently pushed him away and

why didn’t you tell me about your affair

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

found Waylen irresistibly

enigmatic blend of passion

her hesitation, Rena refrained from adding fuel

tone, he uttered, “Rena, you still care about me, don’t

hands resting on his shoulders, Rena’s action

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

and oblivious, but the

Besides, reconciling after a divorce is a gradual process. We’re in that process now; it’s natural

in an intense gaze, Rena focused on

inquired, “What do you see? If you

eyes averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

and then took a

went to

were

had wanted to inquire about his departure from the legal world but eventually she held

believed Waylen understood her unspoken question, yet they decided to

him, Rena acknowledged her womanly desires

felt it was

engaged intimately again, it might affect Alexis this

*

felt a tinge

wandered during dinner, but when facing Alexis, she

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

“Dad said he was the prince

cough,

with contentment. “In the end, the prince

gazed at Alexis‘ innocent face,

Alexis drifted into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

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

about dad and

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 conversation and cast

she lifted Alexis and urged, “Have some milk before

Alexis was too drowsy to comply

at the edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on their daughter’s cheek and hoarsely advised, “Let her rest. You have the

declined the

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

accepted

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

of delicate skin adorned

help but admire her for a

the glass back to him and settled down, murmuring, “Please turn off the light when

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

“Let such

voiced, “I yearn for those nights to become our

Rena could respond, he

Waylen opened the door, the sound

rain showered the season, a rare

the middle of the night, thunder disrupted Rena’s

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

and seeking refuge in Rena’s

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

trembled with

arms, yearning to find her

carrying Alexis to

the roaring thunder and blinding flashes of lightning filled the

a gust of wind blew open

wind inundated the room instantly,

no hesitation,

a blanket and resolved to

about to reached the door, the bedroom door

arms and whispered, “The power is out. And the backup power is dead. You

as fear

grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen

clung tightly to him even

the bed, Waylen patiently coaxed Alexis, tenderly

rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and

and

his gaze

themselves sharing the same

softened as he held Alexis close, his fingers reaching out to lightly

asleep?” he inquired

off. Feeling his tender touch, his fingertips slightly

closed her eyes and replied,

distant rumble of thunder served as a

gentle tone, Waylen expressed, “If Alexis weren’t

managed to drift into

never let go of her hand throughout

awoke, she met Waylen’s deep, penetrating gaze. It was unclear how long he had been watching

softly, “I’ll go

she could move, he firmly held her wrist, pulling her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware,

didn’t utter

restrained her movements and lowered his head to kiss her

met in a fervent embrace and the

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

gazed at him,

with Alexis right beside them, he refrained from being

her silk nightdress,

biting his shoulder and firmly stating,

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you feeling

Just be quiet.”

cheeks flushed and