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

uneasy, Cecilia tried

petite figure was no match for him, and the

only hold his shoulders tightly for

were so weak from his kiss that she had no

looked at the ravenous man in front of her. Why

day on, she started to avoid

they’d cross paths at the hospital, but

past him, Mark fell into

must’ve taken advantage of her, so she’s

thought of the kiss that day. The little girl curled up in his arms, like a helpless kitten.

instead of deterring him, it

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

together with her

find a way out of the countless

Mark hadn’t

made a big decision. He planned to secretly send Alexis to the lab for

Mark had slapped

bear to deliver another slap.

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 meeting tomorrow morning. If he keeps drinking like this, he might be

unwilling at first, Peter begged her until she finally

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

was dark inside the small

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

to meet her worried gaze.

“That’s enough…”

held his hand,

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

Cecilia refused.

on the carpet and started gathering

her. She looked like a child

was well aware that Cecilia was not a child anymore.

over and raised her chin, looking at

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

at least have

the 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, he thought that even if sleeping together couldn’t

hear him clearly because his words were so

he pressed his lips

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

she said in

stroked her face, eyeing her

knew exactly what he wanted, because the way he

it with her once on the

his true desires and was deliberately gentle with

felt that it was far from

he carried her to

bed in there was rickety, rattling

time. He did her so ferociously that the small bed shook like a boat in the middle of a stormy sea, mixed with

relationships before, but she wasn’t really experienced in

on the other hand, didn’t need

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

following morning, Cecilia awoke in Mark’s

felt really comfortable

awake?” The man’s hoarse voice

dare to make a

he had on his plate. He grabbed the watch at the

wanted to say to Cecilia right

before he could say anything,

It was

Mr. Evans?

Aone-night stand?

smiled angrily. He tugged at her 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

words were harsh, and her eyes turned

underneath his gruff facade, Mark also felt bad. He loved her,

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

and nodded shyly. “Yes, I like

anything anymore and

a long silence, he whispered in her ear, “As long as you like

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

usually good

at this moment, he didn’t know what to say or do. This

clothes neatly, sat on the edge

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

quilt, Cecilia looked at

They had slept together.

nor did she dare to ask him if they

wasn’t right

wait for him to

to avoid him, but she couldn’t fall

Mark was snubbed…

His voice was gentle but a

admit to herself how much she wanted

of their identities,

same, she still pined

waited for Cecilia at

there was only one

light blue shirt and