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

Cecilia

and the next moment, she was pulled on top of his

kiss made her mind go blank and her legs limp. She could only hold his

had no idea how she’d ever

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

she started

the hospital, but she’d pretend not to see

her walk past him, Mark fell

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

in his pockets, Mark 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

of deterring him, it

wanted Cecilia, and he knew it. Whenever he was dealing with Rena’s matter, he

wondered if being together with her was

to find a way out

now, Mark hadn’t

made a big decision. He planned to secretly send Alexis

of this, Mark had slapped

another slap. He knew that it was difficult for Waylen to have made such a

out Cecilia’s help and

at first, Peter begged her until she

but stayed outside.

was dark inside the

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

he raised his head to meet her worried gaze. Then he poured himself another

“That’s enough…”

his hand, preventing him

his bloodshot eyes.

Cecilia refused.

carpet and started

like a child

not a

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

both alone in this world, and they each only had

croaked, “Cecilia, let’s 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 change anything, he at least would have to be responsible for her. Then no matter how

him clearly because his words were so

could ask, he pressed

pressed her against the sofa. The

said in

face,

began to shake like a leaf. She knew exactly what he wanted, because the way he looked at her now was wild and primal—filled with

did it with her once on

the while, he restrained his true desires and

he felt that it was far from

carried her

in there was rickety, rattling at

small bed shook like a boat in the middle of

before, but she

the other hand, didn’t

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

following morning, Cecilia

told, she felt really comfortable in

you awake?” The man’s hoarse voice broke

to make a

the million things he had on his plate. He

wanted to

anything, Cecilia’s timid voice

worry. It was just

Mr. Evans?

Aone-night stand?

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 done with me?” If everyone takes advantage of

her eyes turned a

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

hug and whispered, “Have you gotten the rabbit

nodded shyly. “Yes, I

anymore and just held

he whispered in her ear, “As long

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

usually

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

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

to get going. Otherwise, I’ll be late for my meeting. Look at my neck. Do

looked at him, tears welling up in

They had slept together.

anything, nor did she dare to ask him if they

knew she wasn’t right

aggrieved, she didn’t wait for him to come

she couldn’t fall asleep at

Mark was snubbed…

a call from Mark. His voice was gentle but a little

how much

of their identities, she was destined for

she

at a nice, quiet restaurant. Peter waited for Cecilia at the entrance and

was huge, but there

light blue shirt and black suit pants