A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1161-1170

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.

gradually became more rough and

Cecilia tried

for him, and the next

blank and her legs limp. She could only hold his shoulders tightly for support, but later on, she found herself

limbs were so weak from his kiss that she had no idea how she’d ever walk back

man in front of her. Why

day on, she started to

paths at the hospital, but she’d pretend

walk past him, Mark fell

“You must’ve taken advantage of

arms, like a helpless kitten. Perhaps it was because she was angry at him

of deterring him, it had the

Cecilia, and he knew it. Whenever he was dealing with

being together

a way out of the

now, Mark hadn’t found a

send Alexis

had slapped

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

At last, the helpless Peter sought out Cecilia’s help and begged her to persuade Mark. “Mr. Evans

at first, Peter begged her until

stayed outside. He explained, “I’ll guard at the

was dark inside the

the darkness. She found Mark’s silhouette slumped over the sofa, with several bottles of wine on the floor in front

to meet her worried

“That’s enough…”

held his hand, preventing him from holding the

looked at her quietly with his bloodshot eyes. After

Cecilia refused.

the carpet and started gathering the bottles

She looked like a child playing

was not a child anymore. She

pulled her over and raised her chin, looking

they were both alone in this world, and

croaked, “Cecilia, let’s at least

in front of him. At this moment, he thought that even

because

before she could ask, he pressed his lips

the sofa. The bittersweet taste of red wine on his lips was

said in a

her face, eyeing

like a leaf. She knew exactly what he wanted, because the

with her once

true desires and was

he felt that it was far from

carried her to

rickety, rattling at the

that the small bed shook

relationships before, but she wasn’t really experienced

hand, didn’t need

going on. He considerately ordered the bodyguards to retreat a

morning, Cecilia awoke in Mark’s

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

you awake?” The man’s hoarse voice

dare to

he had on

he wanted to

say anything, Cecilia’s timid voice interrupted

don’t worry. It was just a

Mr. Evans?

Aone-night stand?

you’re calling me Mr. Evans now that you’re done with me?” If

and her eyes turned

his gruff facade, Mark also felt bad. He loved her, but he couldn’t be with her for all kinds of

hug and whispered,

nodded shyly. “Yes, I

didn’t say anything anymore

he whispered in her ear, “As long as you

her and began to get dressed. “Get some more rest. I’ll

usually good at

to say or do. This

neatly, sat on the edge of the bed, and pinched

late for my meeting. Look at my neck. Do you think it looks like I’m scratched by a

looked at him, tears welling up

They had slept together.

didn’t promise anything, nor did she dare to ask him if they had a future

knew she wasn’t right

wait for

him, but she couldn’t fall asleep

Mark was snubbed…

voice was gentle but a little

to herself how much

identities, she

same, she

to meet at a nice, quiet restaurant. Peter waited for

huge, but there was only one

was wearing a light blue shirt and black

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