A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

The doctor emerged, advising them to prepare themselves mentally and also be mindful of Rena’s emotions.

Tears finally escaped Mark’s eyes.

It was the first time Cecilia witnessed Mark shedding tears. In her memory, he was always resolute, unfazed by anything.

Past midnight, he couldn’t sleep but found solace in smoking outdoors.

Morning came.

Mark entered the ward, while Juliette went to the reception desk. Inside, Cecilia perched by Rena’s bedside, seemingly dozing off.

Gently, Mark patted Cecilia’s shoulder.

Instantly, Cecilia stirred awake. Her reddened eyes met his, and she called out to him in a daze, “Uncle Mark.”

“Do you still remember that I’m your Uncle Mark?”

His voice sounded hoarse, his words laden with ambiguity.

However, Cecilia had little room to dwell on the matter. In this tense situation, her fleeting emotions paled in comparison. All she wished for was Rena and Alexis to be safe.

Cecilia stepped out of the ward, allowing Mark to have a private conversation with Rena.

Heading to the ICU’s entrance, Cecilia peered through the glass door but the view inside remained obscured.

She leaned against the door, shedding silent tears.

Her heart pleaded for her little niece’s well-being…

She didn’t know if her brother and sister-in-law would reunite as before, but she wanted Alexis to thrive. The little one was so young and adorable.

Not far away, Mark stood in silent contemplation.

He overheard the little girl talking to herself…

Peter offered gentle advice, “You should eat something. How can you go a whole day without eating or drinking?”

Mark turned around and replied softly, “Bring her some breakfast.”

Although Mark was very busy, he chose to remain in Duefron to accompany Rena.

Peter even managed to secure him a small office through some connections.

Although it wasn’t that big, it was fully equipped and comfortable.

Mark usually worked there while his bodyguards patrolled outside. Peter would go in and out of the office, depending on his work.

The next day, Waylen came back from Braseovell.

He was worn out and full of guilt.

Outside the ICU, Mark hit Waylen hard. Even though Waylen didn’t fight back, Mark still injured his right hand…

Peter teased Mark playfully while treating his wound.

“You’re not a young school kid anymore. Perhaps it’s time you learned the art of patience.”

Mark’s suppressed anger flared up again. “Are you kidding me? I don’t think I hit him hard enough. Next time I see him, I’ll beat him to death.”

While the two were talking, they were suddenly interrupted by a commotion at the door.

Peter went out to investigate and soon returned with someone. It was Cecilia.

Having worked for Mark for many years, Peter was sensible, and he went out to give the two some privacy.

Cecilia took a few steps forward, but she didn’t dare to get too close to Mark.

Mark clamped a fresh cigarette between his lips and lit it. After taking a drag, he asked softly, “What’re you doing here?”

She raised the ointment in her hand and said shyly, “Let me treat your wound.”

As a matter of fact, Peter had applied ointment on Mark’s wound just now, but Mark didn’t mind having his wound treated a second time.

Sitting next to him on the narrow sofa, Cecilia held his hand and carefully dabbed the ointment onto his wound. While taking another long drag, Mark watched her elegant movements…

Her face was flawless, and her eyelashes were long and curved.

As though nothing had happened, Mark grunted, “That boy was nice. Why aren’t you with him?”

Cecilia was stunned for a moment, but she soon understood what he meant.

She took a deep breath and answered, “Well, I don’t like him that much.”

Then she let go of his hand and whispered, “There. All fixed up.”

Cecilia tried to stand up to leave, but the man stopped her.

He grabbed her by the wrist, forcing her to sit back down. She didn’t know if she was imagining things, but she felt so close to him… She could even smell the distinct fragrance of his aftershave.

Slowly, she raised her head to meet his intent gaze, his eyes deep.

He couldn’t rest touching her soft lips with his slender fingers.

She trembled at his touch and helplessly called him “Uncle Mark’

Mark brought his face close to hers, murmuring, “Now, tell me. What’s the real reason that you came? Do you want to apologize for your brother? Or are you interested in a man more than ten years older than you? Tell me what you really want.”

He was so straightforward with her, which made her cheeks burn with shame.

Lips trembling, she couldn’t say a word, but she already knew that her answer wasn’t what Mark wanted.

The next second, he kissed her.

Just like last time, Mark gently pressed his body against Cecilia’s, whispering at her to relax.

kiss gradually became more rough

very uneasy, Cecilia

for him, and the next moment, she was pulled on top

could only hold his shoulders tightly for support, but later

were so weak from his kiss that she had no idea

she looked at the ravenous man in front

on, she started to

paths at the hospital, but

her walk past him, Mark fell into

must’ve taken advantage of her,

in his pockets, Mark thought of the kiss that day. The little girl curled up in his arms, like a helpless kitten. Perhaps it was because she was angry at him that she pushed

deterring him, it

Whenever he was dealing with Rena’s matter, he couldn’t help but think about Cecilia

if being together with her was

a way out of

now, Mark hadn’t found

send Alexis to the lab for treatment

had slapped Waylen in

time, Mark couldn’t bear to deliver another slap. He knew that

even Peter couldn’t stop him. At last, the helpless Peter sought out Cecilia’s help and begged her to persuade

was unwilling at first, Peter begged her

her, but stayed

dark inside

while before Cecilia’s eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. She found Mark’s silhouette slumped over the sofa, with several bottles of

so he raised his head to meet her worried gaze. Then he poured himself another

“That’s enough…”

and held his hand, preventing

his bloodshot eyes. After a long

Cecilia refused.

carpet and started

looked like a child playing

well aware that Cecilia was not a child anymore. She was a full-grown

gently pulled her over and raised her chin,

in this world, and they each only had each

at

this moment, he thought that even if sleeping together couldn’t change anything, he at least would have to be responsible for her. Then no matter how difficult

him clearly because his words were so

could ask, he pressed

The bittersweet taste

she said

her face, eyeing her

She knew exactly what he wanted, because the way he looked

with her

the while, he restrained his true desires and

that it was far

her to the small

there was rickety,

didn’t restrain himself this time. He did her so ferociously that the small bed shook like a

but she wasn’t really experienced

the other hand,

what was going on. He considerately ordered the bodyguards to retreat a little, and he guarded at the

following morning, Cecilia awoke in Mark’s

little sore, but truth be told, she felt really comfortable in his arms and didn’t want to

awake?” The man’s hoarse voice broke the

didn’t dare to make

get up either. He seldom did it without restraint, not to mention the million things he had on

wanted to

before he could say anything, Cecilia’s timid

worry. It was

Mr. Evans?

Aone-night stand?

whole night? You little temptress, you’re calling me

were harsh, and her eyes turned a little

bad. He loved her, but he couldn’t be with her for all kinds of

hug and whispered, “Have you gotten the rabbit doll

nodded shyly. “Yes,

didn’t say anything anymore

silence, he whispered in her ear, “As long as

he finally let go of her and began to get dressed.

was usually good

what to say or do.

straightened his clothes neatly, sat on the

late for my meeting. Look at my neck.

in the quilt, Cecilia looked at him, tears

They had slept together.

did she dare to ask him if they

knew she wasn’t right for

she didn’t wait for him to come

started to avoid him, but she couldn’t fall asleep at night because of

Mark was snubbed…

from Mark. His voice was gentle but

to herself how

because of their identities, she

same, she still pined

at a nice, quiet restaurant. Peter waited for Cecilia at the entrance

there was only one

was wearing a light blue