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 catching a woman’s

timidly, “Good

Cathy, Mark’s first love. Everyone knew that

Cathy might overhear their

served as a stark reminder of the consequence of her wrongdoings.

but she chose to ignore it, greeting them with a

are you all here? Mr. Evans will scold

moment to mention Mark in her interactions with the

smile on Cathy’s face

though it was challenging with

due to their prior relationship, allowing her to remain as a

stood there for a moment,

slowly and reached

preparing for

seeing her, he asked nonchalantly, “Mrs. Wilson, what

an elegant silk blouse, an overcoat, and sheepskin boots, complemented by a classic Dior

to appreciate her finely-tuned

that Miss Fowler has reached Czanch.

had largely ignored her, only displaying

the room first. After they were alone, he took out a cigarette, lit it,

Cecilia is fine. And yes, partly because of our past. I thought you would understand that after facing

you this heartless?” Cathy retorted, her voice deep

was the only one who could attract Mark’s attention. What about her injured hand? Couldn’t it even draw some sympathy

another deep drag on his cigarette before

then unfolded

to work here anymore. I’ve made arrangements to transfer you to a subsidiary company. You’ll receive a good salary there, and I believe you’ll be

signed the document decisively, which would transferred her to

emitted a brief gasp,

because she’s here, right? Mark, you

for the best for both

made up his mind, and Cathy couldn’t do

was still waiting at the door. Seeing that she seemed

respond at all and simply bypassed

somewhat puzzled, Mark emerged

Cathy could be

Mark didn’t say anything, Peter could guess the nature of their conversation. Attempting to

come to terms

spoke in a

what I regret most is having had too many girlfriends before I met Cecilia. If I had known that one day I would spend my

have indulged in such a carefree

physical needs weren’t of

kill time. In truth, he didn’t truly

he understood that most of the

tried to

packed her belongings and

it was Mark who had arranged this. As a result, they dared not discuss Cathy

the end of

he called Cecilia, “What are

work on the other end

been assisting Zoey in preparing ingredients for the Christmas Day party. She had received several boxes of asparagus and decided

taking a break, Mark called

playfully complained, “I’m

that she might have been helping Zoey in the kitchen, so he teased her, “More exhausted than last night’s activities? Well, it could be. You barely exerted much energy

blushed at his flirtatious

to take you out

Cecilia quickly interjected,

tired

at the

“Even after last night?”

he was flirting with

she was, Cecilia could only stammer

fluster, Mark paused and

a driver to

at him. Before hanging

“You’re bullying me!”

Mark’s demeanor grew gentler.

“Well, I don’t mind bullying you tonight on the

a shameless question left Cecilia at a

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

every single passing day and share a bed with him each night.

regain her composure. She urged herself to stay calm

indulge in shopping later using

importance to dates

was why she had carefully chosen a shirt, a skirt,

with Edwin, catching sight

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

was taken aback by

car pulled up at the front lawn. It turned out to be Peter who had

who presented him with a box

and replied, “Oh, I love it. Thank

of this delicious

remarked, “Don’t have too

with a few lighthearted remarks and invited Cecilia to get in the

they didn’t talk much due to the generation gap

Peter broke the silence.

twenty years, and

wife was seriously ill. This kind lady had

his words, Cecilia felt they got

had expected to meet Mark outside, but to her surprise, the

o’clock, and most employees

and saw Cecilia accompanied by Peter guessed she must be

Cecilia looked even more attractive

was young and had exceptionally

had managed to win her

was still in his office, engrossed in reading documents with an engineer standing before him. Mark

any more mistakes. Time is running out. Do

of Mark’s employees, was in

he replied, “Yes, I’ll work

daughter’s birthday, isn’t it? Buy her a

in Roy’s eyes, and he nodded,

off work right

employees had worked

they were talking, Peter

saw Roy, he smiled and

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

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

on Cecilia.

to Roy, who was in a daze. Mark smiled and said, “Don’t be nervous, man. Peter