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, I’ve always

that moment, Cecilia’s heart skipped a

she spoke as though nothing out of the ordinary

light but Mark

up as a pampered princess, she lacked any specific skills or

but 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 a secret from you? Or why

Mark’s complexion paled.

maintain a smile. “Don’t talk such childish

lowered her 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

all the 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 right for each other, and

Mark’s heart ached.

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

She should resent him.

along so well. Their relationship was passionate

or worldly, would

had indeed

he had failed

wanted to hold her

her composure, she said, “I’m sorry, I lost my composure.

your secretary contact me.

alright for me to

appeared visibly taken

wished to decline but the Evans family and the

press her

ulterior motives. He merely wanted to talk

he had an uncomplicated conversation with someone. There were no hidden

Cecilia hurriedly left.

her car and opened the door, she suddenly

car slid down,

Cecilia recognized her instantly.

of Mark’s subordinates

Cathy nodded at Cecilia.

into a sneer. She found Mark’s behavior utterly incredulous— taking his female subordinate

mind, Mark was nothing

Cecilia and noticed the

his brow and approached Cecilia,

to explain anything to me. Besides… Can you honestly claim that you’ve never

Mark fell silent.

the past but now they

nothing further. She got into her car, fastened

past him, Mark glimpsed what seemed like teardrops gently tracing down

Was Cecilia crying?

his lips, gazing at the exhaust fumes

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

His heart sank.

his head, instantly adopting an impassive expression when

inquired, “Misunderstanding? She’s merely standing up for

of revealing his past relationship

Cathy smiled subtly.

He wiped his brow and chastised the

and explained, “Miss Wilson requested

Mark, “Mr. Evans,

“You head back to the

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

away, while Mark stood in the parking lot, smoking three or four

knew that her love for him

Mark’s heart weighed heavy.

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

could he do

No, he couldn’t.

road, a cigarette delicately held between

appearance and demeanor were exceptional, attracting the gaze of

no hint that he was

the ward and knocked

his surprise evident, but he maintained

warmth, akin to

discussing Alexis’ condition as usual, Waylen eventually mentioned, “In fact, if you had arrived half an

Mark hesitated briefly before replying,

against the sofa, Waylen smiled, “Tea for Cecilia? Not Slurpees? You two are so different. I still

Waylen’s words disgusted Mark.

down the glass, Mark maintained a smile. “Regardless, 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 weddings in one

nonchalantly flipped through

was calmly sipping on

We won’t use Edwin to control you, so you’re free to continue your carefree lifestyle… As for Cecilia, my mother has arranged a blind date

Blind date…

grip on the glass

Waylen noticed and smiled.

also forced a

Alexis woke up. As she sat up, rubbing her eyes, she called out to

Mark truly adored Alexis.

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

specially purchased the talisman for

keen eye and noticed this gesture. He said calmly, “You’re so

in a hushed tone about Elvira’s upcoming court date. Waylen provided him with all the

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

He kissed Alexis lovingly.

suffer at the hands of that deranged

farewell to the hospital’s

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

Mark brought along some

rather distant, continuously cradled in Cecilia’s arms, displaying

feel a touch of

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

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

be the bigger man, urging Mark to join him

Mark was nobody’s fool.

demonstrated remarkable flexibility, being kind to Mark despite the fact he had impregnated his beloved daughter. The reason behind this kindness extended beyond