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.

Waylen departed with an air of

the villa. In addition to the gift, he held a diary in his hand, which chronicled the memories

attempted to keep it hidden

as soon as he reentered

“Did Lyndon come?”

to

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

not been

her words, Waylen suddenly embraced her Startled,

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

us to be just like any

pushed him away and continued

why didn’t you tell

against the kitchen counter, his hands cupping the back of her head as he

found Waylen irresistibly

an enigmatic blend of

Rena refrained from adding

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?

on his shoulders, Rena’s action was

The servants will gossip and how could I face them later? Besides, we’re not genuinely

be young and oblivious, but the servants

“They’re seasoned individuals, they’ll understand. Besides, reconciling after a divorce

an intense gaze, Rena focused

see? If you

eyes averted for a

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

Waylen chuckled.

cook and then took a

to take

were

his departure from the legal world but eventually she

her unspoken question, yet they decided to leave

feelings for him, Rena

it

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

*

felt a

wandered during dinner, but when facing

her arms and read the

the prince

suppressed a slight cough, taken aback

sighed with contentment. “In the end,

face, showering her with

into a peaceful slumber, her soft snores filled

dozing off. Setting aside the fairy tale book, she prepared to

dad and

responded with gentle affection, “Dad and mom share

Rena’s embrace,

a glass of milk. He had overheard their

tinted Rena’s cheeks as she lifted

Alexis was too drowsy to comply and refused

the edge of the bed, Waylen planted a tender kiss on

also declined the

and he huskily suggested, “What

eventually accepted the milk, sipping

silhouette was adorned in a silk nightdress, and her long

glimpse of delicate skin

help but admire her for a lingering

finishing the milk, Rena handed the glass back to him and

in, Waylen complied and bestowed a tender good-night kiss while whispering into her ear,

responded softly, “Let such

and he softly voiced, “I yearn for those nights to become

could

opened the door, the sound

rain showered the season,

middle of the night, thunder

The ominous rumble reverberated.

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

and seeking refuge in Rena’s embrace frightened by the

“I’m here. Don’t

trembled with

in Rena’s arms, yearning to find

contemplated carrying Alexis

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

gust of wind blew open a

the room instantly, soaking the

hesitation,

swiftly wrapped Alexis in a blanket and resolved to take her

to reached the door, the bedroom door creaked

from Rena’s arms and whispered, “The power is out.

as fear and

grasping Rena’s hand, Waylen

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

coaxed Alexis, tenderly soothing her with gentle

rhythm, Alexis gradually relaxed and nestled into

muscles and he continued

gaze shifted to

themselves sharing the

close, his

you asleep?” he

his fingertips slightly warmer, she

her eyes and replied, “I’m ready to

thunder served as a backdrop

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

Rena managed to

she had was that he never let go of her hand throughout the

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

softly, “I’ll go prepare breakfast for

her closer. By the time Rena was fully aware,

didn’t utter

firm grasp on her hands, he restrained her movements and

lips met in a fervent embrace and the

wasn’t working. You were lying in my bed, dressed like that. Rena… It wasn’t really my fault that I was so turned

at him, finding his

but, with Alexis right beside them, he refrained

his fingers gently explored under her silk nightdress,

his shoulder and

gentle coaxes followed. “Are you feeling shy? Good

Just be quiet.”

flushed and her heart