A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Cecilia remained silent. She glanced around, but Rena was nowhere to be seen. If Rena were here, she would surely stand up for her.

Waylen couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation, “You’re in luck! Rena is resting inside.”

Resting?

Cecilia’s eyes widened.

Waylen’s handsome face turned slightly red, but he feigned nonchalance. “She’s just a bit tired.”

As an experienced adult, Cecilia instantly understood what he meant. Blushing slightly, she stood up, feeling embarrassed, and said, “Well… I should probably leave.”

With a casual reminder, Waylen said, “Drive safely.”

Cecilia’s eyes brightened as she nodded in agreement.

As she departed, Waylen’s gaze lingered on the closed door, lost in contemplation.

Deep down, he understood that Cecilia had been deeply wounded by Mark.

She had loved him and been showered with his affection. How could she easily move on and fall in love with someone else now?

Otherwise, this relationship would continue to haunt her if she didn’t move on.

Mark would forever be a thorn in her heart.

Waylen felt a sense of frustration at the thought.

Outside, Cecilia gripped the handle, her gaze lowered in contemplation.

No one had mentioned Mark to her recently, considering her delicate state of mind. Only Waylen had been urging her to face the reality.

Waylen had informed her about having a child with Mark.

They had to meet.

For Cecilia, there were only two paths ahead. One was to rekindle her love for Mark and the other was to forget him completely.

But she found herself unable to achieve either.

With closed eyes, she took a deep breath, preparing to leave the hospital and return home.

However, as she lifted her eyes, she was stunned.

There stood Mark, right in front of her.

He was dressed in a white shirt, black suit pants and a navy blue windbreaker.

At first glance, he appeared gentle and elegant but only she knew the cruel and maniacal side of this man, especially in private moments—transforming into someone entirely different…

In amoment of profound silence, their eyes met, rendering them unable to speak.

Little did Cecilia expect to encounter Mark in the hospital.

The sight of the hospital scene triggered memories of the first time they made love, which also happened in this very place.

Inebriated, he had ardently pressed her against the sofa and their passion ignited.

Evidently, Mark too was immersed in the memories of the past.

He had always been cautious with his words and actions, carefully considering the consequences before acting.

But now, the implications of his relationship with Cecilia eluded him. Being enticed by a woman sixteen years his junior was perhaps the craziest thing he had ever done.

It wasn’t merely because of her youth and beauty.

Mark had encountered numerous stunning women, many even more attractive and alluring than her, who possessed sensibility and thoughtfulness.

However, there was something about her, how she affectionately called him “Uncle Mark” like a kitten, that captivated him. ©

Her consistent use of that endearing term had him hooked.

After a prolonged moment, Mark inquired, “Are you here to visit Lexi?”

After a moment of contemplation, Cecilia replied, “Yes, she’s much better now. They might discharge her from the hospital tomorrow.”

Mark was about to say something but, just then, Peter emerged from the elevator, visibly surprised to see Cecilia. As a senior figure in the workplace, he swiftly regained his composure and greeted her with a smile, “Miss Fowler.”

Cecilia acknowledged Peter with a nod and turned to Mark. “I’ll leave if there’s nothing else.”

However, Mark grasped her hand firmly, urging her to stay, “Wait a minute.”

Peter discreetly averted his gaze.

Cecilia attempted to free her hand from Mark’s grip but his strength held her captive.

“Let’s talk,” Mark said in a hushed tone.

Eventually, they found solace in a tranquil teahouse. Peter secured a private room and stood guard outside dutifully.

Inside the secluded chamber, Mark personally served tea, setting aside his usual reliance on others, displaying his passion for the art of tea-making

He placed a cup before Cecilia, urging her to taste it.

Cecilia demurred, saying, “I’m not fond of tea.”

Mark’s indulgent smile graced his face as he gently said, “Ah, I forgot that you prefer milk tea and fried chicken…”

Cecilia observed him quietly.

He was just as gentle and refined as she remembered.

Once upon atime, she had reveled in his presence but now she wanted to avoid dwelling on such memories.

She coolly questioned, “Mr. Evans, is that the only reason you brought me here?”

Undeterred, Mark went to the mini-fridge, fetched a drink for her and offered it.

However, Cecilia declined.

a straw in the drink and said softly, “Cecilia, I’ve always wondered how you’ve been faring these past two

moment, Cecilia’s heart skipped a

spoke as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. “I have been doing remarkably well, experiencing

seemed light but Mark

princess, she lacked any

Cecilia offered a smile and asked, “Mr. Evans, what would you like to know? Do you wish to learn how embarrassed I was and then confess why I kept my pregnancy

Mark’s complexion paled.

managed to maintain a

gaze and said, “Childish? You’ve always treated me like a child, haven’t you, Mr. Evans? If that’s the case, how could you engage in an intimate relationship with me? Were you simply bored with your bunch

restraint, Cecilia held her emotions in

two different worlds… Mr. Evans, you said we weren’t right for

Mark’s heart ached.

he not grasp that she expressed these sentiments to show her

She should resent him.

along so well. Their relationship was passionate

worldly, would have thought that he’d eventually marry

indeed contemplated

had failed her

wanted to hold her hand, yet she

sorry, I lost my composure. If you wish

your secretary contact me.

for me to

visibly taken

wished to decline but the Evans family and the Fowler family were related through her

press

ulterior motives. He merely wanted to talk

a long time since he had an uncomplicated conversation with someone. There were no hidden agendas, just a

Cecilia hurriedly left.

car and opened the

back window of Mark’s car slid down, revealing a mature and stunning woman seated

Cecilia recognized her instantly.

Mark’s

Cathy nodded at Cecilia.

incredulous— taking his female subordinate on a business trip with inappropriate intimacy while still seeking affection from his old

her mind, Mark was

Mark trailed after Cecilia and noticed the car

and approached Cecilia,

calmly, “Mr. Evans, there’s no need to explain anything to me. Besides… Can you honestly claim that you’ve never

Mark fell silent.

true, they had a one-night stand in the past but

She got into her car, fastened

red sports car zoomed past him, Mark glimpsed what

Was Cecilia crying?

gazing at the exhaust fumes from her

“Mr. Evans, is there a

His heart sank.

an impassive expression when he faced his

“Misunderstanding? She’s merely standing up for her

of revealing

Cathy smiled subtly.

witnessed the earlier scene. He wiped his brow and chastised the driver, “Why

felt embarrassed and explained, “Miss Wilson

then addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans, what do we

to the hotel first.

Mr. Evans will be staying at Miss Gordon’s place tonight. It’s a chance for us to relax a bit… Cathy, I’ll take you out for some drinks tonight. Czanch is not as lively as Duefron when it

stood in the parking

Cecilia shedding tears, he knew that her love for him still

Mark’s heart weighed heavy.

yearned to break free from his shackles and give her a family, so she wouldn’t have

could he do that

No, he couldn’t.

a cigarette delicately held between his

were exceptional, attracting the

that he was

made his way to the

his surprise evident, but he maintained a courteous

demeanor exuded warmth, akin to a gentle spring breeze, as he poured

Waylen eventually mentioned, “In fact, if you had arrived half an hour earlier, you would

delicately, Mark hesitated briefly before replying, “I did see

sofa, Waylen smiled, “Tea for Cecilia? Not Slurpees? You two are so different. I still can’t fathom how you ended up together all those years ago… You two.

Waylen’s words disgusted Mark.

I have a child with her, Edwin. One night together forged a lifelong bond. What I share with her still exists. But I must admit, I greatly admire you. If you and Rena reconcile, you’ll have two

nonchalantly flipped through some

Mark, who was calmly sipping on his water like an

lightly, “There’s no need to envy me. Our family is quite open-minded. We won’t use Edwin to control you, so you’re free to continue your

Blind date…

grip on the glass caused his

Waylen noticed and smiled.

also forced a

As she sat up, rubbing

Mark truly adored Alexis.

Alexis into his arms, kissed her gently, and then retrieved a talisman from his pocket and placed it

purchased the

keen eye and noticed this gesture. He said calmly,

a hushed tone about Elvira’s upcoming court date. Waylen provided him

whispered, “Just to be safe, I’ll use

He kissed Alexis lovingly.

suffer at the

bid farewell to

gathering. Given that Mark being on a business trip in Duefron, Korbyn extended a gracious invitation, never truly

Mark brought along some delightful

Edwin appeared rather distant, continuously cradled in Cecilia’s arms, displaying a timid

help but feel a touch of

voiced, “You ought to mention me more frequently. The boy

warm smile, Juliette chimed in, “Spending more time together will surely bring you closer. Edwin is such

be the bigger man, urging Mark to join him for a drink. Waylen, too,

Mark was nobody’s fool.

his beloved daughter. The reason behind this kindness extended beyond Rena; it