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.

the kiss gradually became more rough

Cecilia

figure was no match for him, and the next moment, she was pulled on top of

his shoulders tightly for support, but later on, she found herself wrapping her arms

that she had

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

that day on, she started

they’d cross paths at the hospital, but

him, Mark fell into deep

said, “You must’ve taken advantage of her, so she’s

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

deterring him,

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

together with her

a way out of

now, Mark hadn’t

planned to secretly send Alexis to the lab for treatment in order to set

Mark had slapped Waylen in the

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

Peter begged

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

was dark inside the

silhouette slumped over the sofa,

to meet her

“That’s enough…”

and held his hand,

with his bloodshot eyes.

Cecilia refused.

on the carpet and started gathering the

her. She looked like a child playing house.

aware that Cecilia was not a child anymore. She was a

and raised her chin,

both alone in this world, and they each only

let’s at

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 difficult it was, they had to

him clearly because his words were so

could ask, he pressed his lips

pressed her against the sofa. The bittersweet

she said in

stroked her face,

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

her once on

restrained his true desires and was deliberately

yet, he felt that

he carried her to

rickety, rattling

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

but she wasn’t

other hand, didn’t need

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

following morning, Cecilia awoke

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

you awake?” The man’s hoarse voice broke the

dare to make

to mention the million things he had on his plate. He grabbed the watch at the bedside to check

was something he wanted to say to Cecilia right

anything, Cecilia’s

worry. It was just

Mr. Evans?

Aone-night stand?

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

words were harsh, and her

her,

whispered, “Have you gotten the rabbit doll yet? Did you

shyly. “Yes, I like

say anything anymore and just held

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

her and began to get

was usually good at

didn’t know what to say or do. This

on the edge of the bed, and pinched her

I’ll be late for my meeting. Look at my neck. Do you think it

quilt, Cecilia looked at him, tears welling up in her

They had slept together.

nor did she dare to ask him

wasn’t right for him,

aggrieved, she didn’t wait for him to

she couldn’t fall asleep at night because

Mark was snubbed…

later, Cecilia received a call from Mark. His voice was gentle but a little tired. “I’m going back

herself how much she wanted to

identities,

she

Peter waited for Cecilia at the entrance and

was huge, but there was

a light blue