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.

drink and said softly, “Cecilia,

moment, Cecilia’s heart

of her head, she spoke as though nothing out

seemed light but Mark sensed the

a pampered princess, she lacked any specific

wanted to inquire further but Cecilia offered a smile and asked, “Mr. Evans, what would you like to know? Do you wish to learn how embarrassed I

Mark’s complexion paled.

a smile. “Don’t talk such

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?

great restraint, Cecilia held

differences between us. You enjoy tea and chess, while I prefer fast food and I even enjoy nightclubs. We belong to two different worlds… Mr. Evans, you said we weren’t

Mark’s heart ached.

apart from her. How could he not grasp that she expressed these sentiments to show her

She should resent him.

got along so well. Their relationship

inexperienced or worldly, would have thought that he’d eventually marry

indeed contemplated

had failed her in the

wanted to hold her hand, yet she

sorry, I lost my composure. If you wish to

your secretary contact me. I’ll make

it alright for me to visit the Fowlers’

appeared visibly

and the Fowler family were related through her brother

didn’t press

ulterior motives. He merely wanted to talk to

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

Cecilia hurriedly left.

reached her car and

other side, the back window of Mark’s car slid down, revealing a

Cecilia recognized her instantly.

one of Mark’s subordinates and also his

Cathy nodded at Cecilia.

a sneer. She found Mark’s behavior utterly incredulous— taking his female subordinate on a business trip with inappropriate intimacy while still seeking affection from his

Mark was nothing but an insufferable

after Cecilia and noticed

furrowed his brow and approached Cecilia, stating, “I brought her here for

Cecilia responded calmly, “Mr. Evans, there’s no need to explain anything to me. Besides… Can you honestly claim

Mark fell silent.

stand in the past but now they were nothing

said nothing further. She got into her car, fastened her seatbelt, and accelerated

him, Mark glimpsed what seemed like teardrops gently tracing

Was Cecilia crying?

gazing at the exhaust fumes from

alighted from the vehicle and approached him. “Mr. Evans, is there a misunderstanding between you and Miss Fowler? Would you like me to clarify

His heart sank.

his head, instantly adopting an impassive expression when

“Misunderstanding? She’s merely standing up

revealing his past

Cathy smiled subtly.

the earlier scene. He wiped his brow and chastised the driver, “Why did you bring the

embarrassed and

“Mr. Evans, what do we

nonchalantly replied, “You head back to the hotel first.

and grinned, “It looks like 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

while Mark stood in the parking lot, smoking

Cecilia shedding tears, he knew that her

Mark’s heart weighed heavy.

free from his shackles and give her a family, so she

could he do that

No, he couldn’t.

cigarette delicately held between

and demeanor were exceptional, attracting the gaze of

no hint that he was

to the

surprise evident,

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

if you had arrived half an hour earlier, you

Mark hesitated briefly before replying, “I did see her. We had tea

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

Waylen’s words disgusted Mark.

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 weddings in

flipped through some

glanced back at Mark, who was calmly sipping on his water like an old

Edwin to control you, so you’re free

Blind date…

on the glass caused his fingers

Waylen noticed and smiled.

forced a

sat up, rubbing her eyes, she called out to

Mark truly adored Alexis.

kissed her gently, and then retrieved a talisman from his pocket and placed

had specially purchased the talisman for

noticed this

his embrace, Mark asked Waylen in a hushed tone about Elvira’s

for a moment and whispered, “Just to be safe, I’ll

He kissed Alexis lovingly.

Alexis suffer at the hands of that deranged woman

bid farewell to the

orchestrated an exquisite family gathering. Given that Mark being on a business trip in Duefron, Korbyn extended

arrival, Mark brought along some delightful toys

cradled in Cecilia’s arms, displaying a timid

feel a touch of

Cecilia, his eyes brimming with emotion, and voiced, “You

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

to be the bigger man, urging Mark to join him

Mark was nobody’s fool.

his beloved daughter. The reason behind this kindness extended beyond Rena; it was also about the valuable resources Mark