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

very uneasy, Cecilia tried to

and the next moment, she was pulled on top of

She could only hold his shoulders tightly for support, but later on, she found herself wrapping her arms around his

his kiss that she had no idea how she’d ever walk back in the

the ravenous man in front of her.

that day on, she started to avoid

hospital, but she’d

walk past him, Mark fell

nudged him and said, “You must’ve taken advantage of her, so

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 him

him, it had the

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

together with

a way

now, Mark hadn’t found a

He planned to secretly send Alexis to the lab for treatment in order to

of this, Mark had slapped Waylen

another slap. He knew

help and begged her to persuade Mark. “Mr. Evans has an important meeting tomorrow

unwilling at first, Peter begged her until

opened the door for her, but stayed outside. He explained,

inside the small

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

probably heard her footsteps, so he raised his head to meet her worried gaze. Then he

“That’s enough…”

and held his hand, preventing him from holding the

eyes. After

Cecilia refused.

on the carpet and started gathering the

like a child

he was well aware that Cecilia was not a child anymore.

pulled her over and raised her chin, looking at her face

they were both alone in this world, and they each only had

croaked, “Cecilia, let’s at least

courage—or audacity—to compromise at that moment. Like all the ordinary men in the world, he couldn’t resist the temptation that was right in front of him. At this moment,

because his words were

he pressed

he pressed her against the sofa. The bittersweet taste of red wine on his

she said

stroked her face, eyeing her the whole

knew exactly what he wanted, because the way he looked at her now was wild and

did it with her once on

he restrained his true

felt that it

he carried her to the

was rickety, rattling at

He did her so ferociously that the small bed shook like a boat in the middle of a stormy

been in relationships before, but

on the other hand, didn’t need

to retreat a little,

the following morning, Cecilia awoke in

truth be told, she felt really

you awake?” The man’s hoarse voice broke

to make a

it without restraint, not to mention the million things he had on his plate. He grabbed the watch at the bedside to check the time. He had to get up in half

he wanted to say to Cecilia

could say anything, Cecilia’s timid voice

Evans, don’t worry. It

Mr. Evans?

Aone-night stand?

ear and asked, “Who’s the one who called me ‘Uncle Mark’ the whole night? You little temptress, you’re calling me Mr. Evans

her eyes turned a little

also felt bad. He loved her, but he

whispered, “Have you

“Yes, I

anything anymore and just

a long silence, he whispered in her

of her and began to get

was usually good at

moment, he didn’t know what to say or do. This little girl was

straightened his clothes neatly, sat on the edge of the bed, and pinched

Otherwise, I’ll be late for my meeting. Look at my neck. Do you think it looks like I’m scratched by

in the quilt, Cecilia looked at him,

They had slept together.

nor did she dare to ask

knew she wasn’t right for

wait

she couldn’t fall asleep at night because

Mark was snubbed…

was gentle but a little tired. “I’m

herself how much she wanted to

identities, she was destined

the same, she still

waited

room was huge, but there was only one

a light blue shirt and black suit