A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Cecilia was pleasantly surprised.

Despite the abundance of servants in the Evans family, offering her the best care, she had been yearning for the omelet from this particular breakfast shop for years.

Her craving had been especially intense when Edwin was still in her belly, a time when she often felt deprived and hungry, wiping away tears and viewing Mark as a heartless man.

Cecilia’s eyes held a mix of joy and caution as she extended her hand from under the quilt and asked in a soft voice, “Did you buy this when you ran moments earlier?”

Mark nodded in confirmation.

He then gently patted her head and said, “At least brush your teeth and tidy yourself up before eating!”

He has a fetish about cleanliness.

Cecilia had grown used to being casual but didn’t want Mark to Look down on her, so she hurriedly got up, regretting it the moment she stretched out one of her legs.

Like a spoiled child, she said, “Mark, bring me some clothing!”

Mark remained motionless, his gaze containing an inscrutable depth.

Blushing, she urged him, “Come on, hurry up!”

Mark leaned over and planted a passionate kiss on her cheek before saying in a husky voice, “Wear my shirt.”

He then went to the cloakroom and fetched a white shirt for her.

Taking the shirt, she noticed a faint fragrance still lingering on it.

She put it on gently, pulling her long hair out from under the collar.

As she raised her head, she met Mark’s gaze, her cheeks blushing.

She rushed to the bathroom to freshen up.

Upon emerging, she found that Mark had already set the breakfast on the small round table in the living room.

A servant had brought some cakes, clearly Mark’s favorite.

Cecilia eagerly took a bite of her omelet.

The flavors burst in her mouth, satisfying her taste buds.

Perhaps it was the passionate Lovemaking from the previous night, she looked relaxed and content.

After devouring half of her omelet, she glanced up at Mark.

He was sipping his coffee while reading the morning newspaper.

Sipping her milk, Cecilia delicately remarked, “Shouldn’t you be watching your figure and staying healthy at your age? Like keep a diet or something. Waylen would also drink coffee with these cakes at breakfast.”

Mark lowered the newspaper, his gaze resting on her for a moment before he chuckled.

“Oh? You’re not satisfied with my figure?”

Cecilia sensed that he was teasing her and wisely refrained from provoking him further. Instead, she sipped her milk quietly.

Mark was nearly done with his breakfast.

He said gently, “If you want to sleep a little longer, go ahead.

Zoey will look after Edwin. They might even be at the supermarket shopping for groceries at this hour. Zoey will likely show Edwin around.”

Cecilia voiced her unease, “I don’t think it’s appropriate for her to take care of Edwin. She needs more rest.”

“Why not?” Mark smiled.

“Easy. She’s more than willing to take care of Edwin.”

Recalling their intimacy from the previous night, he couldn’t resist giving her a parting kiss when he stood up. Finally, he said, “I’ll be back for lunch with you at noon.”

Of course, Cecilia longed for Mark to accompany her, but she was well aware of his busy schedule. She wrapped her arms around his neck and spoke softly.

“Zoey will keep me company. You can take a break in the office at noon and join us for dinner tonight.”

“Alright,” Mark agreed, holding her slender waist.

Rare moments like these when they could be together tended to ignite his desires easily. Mark brushed her face with his prominent nose and whispered, full of desires, “I wish I could have more days off to stay with you.”

Cecilia’s cheeks flushed and her heart raced.

Playing with the buttons of his shirt with one hand, she whispered,

“Christmas day is around the corner. Won’t that be enough for you?”

Mark chuckled.

“You’re right, we can make the most of the holiday to relax and have fun.”

Despite their intimacy, he still had to attend to his work.

Outside, Peter had been waiting for him next to the car.

Peter used to be quite smooth-talking. When he saw Mark come out, he couldn’t help but tease, “You’re positively glowing today.”

Mark got into the car and adjusted his tie before asking, “Really?”

A grin spread across Peter’s face.

“Absolutely! You seem to be in high spirits.”

Mark glanced at him. He indeed felt both physically and mentally invigorated.

When they arrived at the office, Mark’s subordinates were already aware that he had picked up his girlfriend and son. Seeing that he was in such a good mood, they jokingly asked him to invite them to his wedding.

Peter playfully scolded them.

“You rascals! Are you teasing Mr. Evans?”

Mark waved his hand dismissively and ordered his subordinates, “Get back to work! After work, ask Peter for some money to have fun. As for the wedding, I promise you won’t miss it.”

His subordinates expressed their gratitude with words of appreciation.

Mark led Peter into the office, where young engineers and civil servants had gathered, deeply engrossed in their discussions.

“I heard that Mr. Evans’s girlfriend is a model.”

“Are you serious? Would Mr. Evans really go for a model?”

“You guys don’t get it! I heard that Mr. Evans’ girlfriend comes from a prominent family in Duefron, and her foray into the entertainment industry is just for fun. Mr. Evans, at his age, has only just decided to start his family. His girlfriend must be the most beautiful and accomplished woman. Otherwise, do you think he’d settle down now?”

suddenly upon

“Good

first love. Everyone knew that Mark held a special place in

might overhear their discussion about Mark’s sweet

hand served as a stark reminder of the

did hear them, but she chose to ignore it, greeting

here? Mr. Evans will scold you if he catches you slack

seized every moment to mention Mark in her interactions with

dispersed, the smile

hand, though it was challenging with her prosthetic

her to remain as a civil servant. However, she could no longer access confidential documents

stood there for a moment,

elevator slowly and reached Mark’s

preparing for a

he asked nonchalantly, “Mrs. Wilson, what brings you

blouse, an overcoat, and sheepskin boots, complemented by a

Mark didn’t seem to appreciate her finely-tuned

Cathy replied, “Words have it that Miss Fowler has reached Czanch. You must be delighted,

largely ignored

to leave the room first. After they were alone, he took out a cigarette,

And yes, partly because of our past.

are you this heartless?” Cathy retorted, her voice deep with mixed

relationship. But now, Cecilia was the only one who could attract

on his cigarette before stubbing it

unfolded a

“Cathy, I don’t think you are suitable to work here anymore. I’ve made arrangements to transfer you to a subsidiary company.

signed the document decisively, which would transferred her to the

gasp, standing

I have to step aside just because she’s here, right? Mark, you can’t even let me stay

replied coolly, “It’s for the best for

had made up his mind, and

taking the transfer document, Cathy stormed out. Peter was still waiting at the door. Seeing that she seemed upset, he showed his concerns by

didn’t respond at

there, somewhat puzzled, Mark

could be quite

nature of their

come to

and spoke in a

met Cecilia. If I

have indulged in

physical needs weren’t

hung out with those women to kill time. In truth, he didn’t truly care for

understood that most of the women would mind his history,

tried to

Cathy packed her belongings and quickly

surprised but surmised that it was Mark who had arranged this. As a result, they dared not discuss

remained occupied until the end

he called Cecilia,

had just finished her work on the other end

ingredients for the Christmas Day party. She had received several boxes

break, Mark

playfully complained, “I’m exhausted

the kitchen, so he teased her, “More exhausted than last night’s activities? Well, it could be. You barely exerted much energy last

blushed at his flirtatious

unbuttoned his shirt and said gently, “Well, I’d intended to take you out

tired,” Cecilia

not tired at

chuckled, hinting at

“Even after last night?”

was flirting with

she was, Cecilia could only stammer in

Mark paused and

driver to

at him. Before hanging up,

“You’re bullying me!”

Mark’s demeanor grew gentler.

“Well, I don’t mind bullying you tonight on the bed. What do

question left Cecilia at a loss for

hung up the phone, her heart racing. She felt she was in

every single passing day and share a bed with him each

stay calm and not to be

to indulge in shopping

to dates

a shirt, a

Zoey returned with Edwin, catching sight of

smile, Zoey remarked, “Oh, look at you! You’re so adorable! Dating could be good for a relationship. Don’t hasten to come back for the night. I heard that there are several new

taken aback

chatted, a car pulled up at the front lawn. It turned

him with

and replied, “Oh, I love

taste of this delicious asparagus with my

have too much

lighthearted remarks and

didn’t talk much due

Peter broke the silence.

twenty years, and Mrs.

wife was seriously ill.

his words, Cecilia felt they

Mark outside, but to her surprise, the car drove directly

was already six o’clock, and most employees had

and saw Cecilia accompanied by Peter guessed she

all thought Cecilia looked even more attractive in person

and had exceptionally radiant

wondered how Mark had managed to win

Mark was still in his office, engrossed in reading documents with an engineer standing before him. Mark furrowed his brows and said, “Roy, we need to keep a close watch on this

Time

employees, was

he replied,

the shoulder, saying, “Go home now. Today is your daughter’s birthday, isn’t it? Buy her a cake after work and

Roy’s eyes, and

get off

shoulder again. His employees had worked

were talking, Peter brought Cecilia into the

Peter saw Roy, he

usually pay much attention to women. Seeing Cecilia, who appeared stunning as if she

recall something and exclaimed, “Roy, do you know this young lady? Let’s Mr. Evans make

on Cecilia. She

Mark smiled and said, “Don’t be nervous, man. Peter has a habit of talking too much. Roy, this young lady is my