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.

became more rough and

uneasy, Cecilia

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

mind go blank and her legs limp. She could only hold his shoulders tightly for support, but later on,

limbs were so weak from his kiss that she had no idea how she’d

man in front of her. Why

on, she

at the hospital,

past him,

must’ve taken advantage of her,

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

instead of deterring him,

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

wondered if being together with her

to find a way out

now, Mark

Alexis to the lab for treatment in order

had

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

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 too

unwilling at first, Peter begged her

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

was dark inside the small

adjusted to the darkness. She found Mark’s silhouette slumped over the sofa, with

footsteps, so he raised his head to meet her worried gaze.

“That’s enough…”

forward and held his hand,

with his bloodshot eyes. After a long time,

Cecilia refused.

carpet and started

her. She looked like

that Cecilia was not a child anymore. She

over and raised her chin, looking at

be told, they were both alone in this world, and they each only had

croaked, “Cecilia, let’s at least

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 difficult it

because

she could ask, he pressed his lips

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

she said in a trembling

gently stroked her face, eyeing

he wanted, because

did it with her once on

the while, he restrained his true desires and was deliberately gentle with

that it was far

he carried her

bed in there was rickety, rattling

bed shook like a boat in the middle of a stormy sea, mixed with

in relationships before, but she

the other hand,

Peter overheard what was going on. He considerately ordered the bodyguards to retreat a little, and

Cecilia awoke in Mark’s

sore, but truth be told, she felt really comfortable in his arms and didn’t

man’s hoarse voice broke the

to make

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

to say

say anything, Cecilia’s timid voice interrupted

Evans, don’t worry. It was just a one-night

Mr. Evans?

Aone-night stand?

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 me like this, I’ll die in a woman’s bed

harsh, and her eyes turned

loved her, but he couldn’t be with her for all

hug and whispered, “Have you gotten the rabbit doll

shyly. “Yes,

say anything anymore and just

long silence, he whispered in her ear,

he finally let go of her and began to get dressed.

usually

he didn’t know what to

the edge of the bed,

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

at him, tears welling up in her

They had slept together.

promise anything, nor did she dare to

she wasn’t right for

didn’t wait for him to

to avoid him, but she couldn’t fall asleep at night

Mark was snubbed…

Cecilia received a call from Mark. His voice was gentle but a little tired. “I’m going back to Czanch tomorrow. Can I

to herself how

their identities, she was destined

the same, she still

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

huge, but there was only one

light blue shirt and black