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 rough

uneasy, Cecilia

no match for him, and the next moment, she was

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

from his kiss that she had no idea how she’d ever

she looked at the ravenous man in front of her. Why was he like

that day on, she started to

the hospital, but she’d pretend not to see

past him, Mark fell into

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

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

of deterring him, it had

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

together

a way

until now, Mark

to secretly send Alexis to the lab for

of this, Mark had slapped Waylen in the

raising his reddened palm a third time, Mark couldn’t bear to deliver another slap. He knew

the night Alexis was sent away, Mark drank a lot, and even Peter couldn’t stop him. At last, the helpless Peter sought out Cecilia’s help and begged her to persuade Mark. “Mr. Evans has an important

was unwilling at first, Peter begged her until she

but stayed outside. He explained,

inside the

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

head to meet her worried gaze. Then

“That’s enough…”

his hand, preventing

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

Cecilia refused.

the carpet and started gathering the bottles of

watched her. She looked like a child

Cecilia was not a child anymore. She was a full-grown

raised her

were both alone in this

croaked, “Cecilia, let’s at least

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, he thought that even if sleeping together couldn’t

didn’t hear him clearly because his words were

before she could ask, he pressed his lips against

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

said in a trembling

face, eyeing her the

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

her once

the while, he restrained his true

that it was

her to the

in there was rickety, rattling

shook

been in relationships before, but she wasn’t really

hand, didn’t need

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

the following morning, Cecilia awoke in Mark’s

but truth be told, she felt really comfortable in his arms

man’s hoarse voice broke the

dare to make

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

was something he wanted to say to

could say anything, Cecilia’s timid voice

It was just

Mr. Evans?

Aone-night stand?

You little temptress, you’re calling me Mr. Evans now that

were harsh, and her eyes turned

her, but he couldn’t be with her for

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

shyly. “Yes, I like it a

anymore and just held

in her ear,

her and began to get dressed. “Get

usually good at

to say or do.

on the edge of

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

the quilt, Cecilia looked at him, tears

They had slept together.

dare to ask

wasn’t right

aggrieved, she didn’t wait for him to

started to avoid him, but she couldn’t fall asleep

Mark was snubbed…

Mark. His voice was gentle but a

admit to herself how much she

because of their identities,

the same, she still

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

there was only one

wearing a light blue shirt and