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.

gradually became more

Cecilia tried

for him, and the next moment, she

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

weak from his kiss that she had

man in front of her.

that day on, she started to avoid

paths at the hospital, but she’d pretend not

him, Mark fell into deep

must’ve taken advantage

arms, like a helpless kitten. Perhaps it was because she was angry at him that she pushed him away these

instead of deterring him,

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

if being together with her was

a way out of

until now, Mark hadn’t found a

made a big decision. He planned to secretly send Alexis to the lab for treatment in order to set Rena

of this, Mark had

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

out Cecilia’s help and begged her to persuade Mark. “Mr. Evans has an important meeting tomorrow morning. If he keeps drinking like this, he might be

was unwilling at first, Peter begged her until she finally

for her, but stayed outside. He explained, “I’ll guard at

was dark inside the

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

to

“That’s enough…”

hand, preventing him from

her quietly with his bloodshot eyes. After a long time,

Cecilia refused.

carpet and started gathering the

looked like

not a child anymore. She

pulled her over and raised her chin, looking at her

told, they were both alone in this world, and they each

let’s at

of him. At this moment,

clearly because

before she could ask, he pressed

her against the sofa. The bittersweet taste of red

she said in

gently stroked her face, eyeing her the whole

She knew exactly what he wanted, because

did it with her once

his true desires and

that it was far from

he carried her to

bed in there was rickety, rattling at

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

relationships before, but she wasn’t

the other hand,

the bodyguards to retreat a little, and he guarded at the door for the next

morning, Cecilia awoke

a little sore, but truth be told, she felt really comfortable in his arms and

you awake?” The man’s

dare to

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

something he wanted to say to Cecilia right

could say anything, Cecilia’s timid

Evans, don’t worry. It was

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 now that you’re done with me?” If everyone

words were harsh, and her eyes

He loved her, but he couldn’t be with

pulled Cecilia into a hug and whispered, “Have you gotten

shyly. “Yes, I like it a

anymore

whispered in her ear, “As long as you

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

was usually

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

sat on the edge of

be late for my meeting. Look at my neck. Do you

the quilt, Cecilia looked at him,

They had slept together.

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

knew she wasn’t

aggrieved, she didn’t wait for

deliberately started to avoid him, but she couldn’t

Mark was snubbed…

call from Mark. His voice was gentle but a little

how much she

their identities, she was destined for

same, she

restaurant. Peter waited for

there was only one person

light blue shirt and black