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

timidly, “Good

Mark’s first love. Everyone knew that Mark held a

Cathy might overhear

Cathy’s injured hand served as a stark reminder of

chose to ignore it, greeting them

will scold you if he catches

moment to mention Mark in her interactions with the employees, attempting

the smile on

her right hand, though it was

a civil servant.

for a moment, her brows

elevator slowly and reached

was preparing for

he asked nonchalantly, “Mrs. Wilson, what

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

didn’t seem to appreciate her finely-tuned

Cathy replied, “Words have it that Miss Fowler has reached

years, Mark had largely ignored her, only displaying a reaction when Cecilia was

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

yes, partly because of

are you this heartless?” Cathy retorted,

one who could attract

drag on his cigarette before stubbing

unfolded

are suitable 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 happier in

the document decisively, which would transferred her to the company

a brief gasp, standing

right? Mark, you can’t even

the best for

his mind, and Cathy couldn’t do

at the door. Seeing that she seemed upset, he showed

at all and

somewhat puzzled, Mark emerged

Cathy could

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

come to terms

and spoke in

is having had too many girlfriends before I met Cecilia. If

indulged in

him, physical

time. In truth, he didn’t truly care for

of the women

to

the afternoon, Cathy packed her belongings and quickly left

had arranged this. As a result, they dared not discuss

remained occupied until the end of his

called Cecilia, “What are you

finished her work on the other

the Christmas Day party. She had received several boxes of asparagus and

break, Mark called

complained, “I’m exhausted

have been helping Zoey in the kitchen, so he teased her, “More exhausted than

blushed at

and said gently, “Well, I’d intended to take you out for shopping, dinner, and

I’m not tired,” Cecilia quickly

tired

chuckled, hinting at the previous night’s

“Even after last night?”

he was flirting

Cecilia could only

fluster, Mark paused and spoke in

driver to pick you

annoyed at him.

“You’re bullying me!”

Mark’s demeanor grew gentler.

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

Cecilia at a

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

single passing day and share a bed with him each

pinched herself to regain her composure. She urged herself to stay calm and not to be easily won

planned to indulge in shopping later

to dates and

why she had carefully chosen a shirt, a skirt, and a camel overcoat that accentuated her curvaceous

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 hotels in Czanch. Ask Mark

aback

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

Zoey, who presented him with a box

asparagus and replied, “Oh, I love it. Thank

can’t wait to have a taste of this delicious

playfully remarked, “Don’t have too much at

a few lighthearted remarks and

familiar with him, they didn’t talk much due to

Peter broke the silence.

been working for Mr. Evans for almost twenty years, and Mrs. Evans treats me well.

seriously ill. This kind lady had

Cecilia felt they got

meet Mark outside, but to her surprise,

was already six o’clock, and most

saw Cecilia accompanied by Peter guessed she must be

all thought Cecilia looked even more attractive in person than in her magazine

was young and had exceptionally radiant

had managed to win

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

mistakes. Time

one of Mark’s employees, was

as he replied, “Yes, I’ll work overtime

stood up and patted Roy on the shoulder, saying, “Go home now. Today is your daughter’s birthday, isn’t it? Buy her a cake after work and celebrate her birthday. You haven’t been able to spend much time

welled up in Roy’s eyes, and he nodded, saying, “Yes,

off work right

again. His employees had worked hard over

they were talking, Peter brought Cecilia

saw Roy, he smiled and greeted,

much attention to women. Seeing Cecilia, who appeared stunning as

do you know this young lady?

on Cecilia. She looked exceptionally

one to Roy, who was in a daze. Mark smiled and said, “Don’t be nervous, man. Peter has a habit of talking too much.