A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

As she lay on the bed for a while, her eyelids started to feel heavy as if they were encouraging her to take a nap. However, Mark shook her awake and gently coaxed her to wash up and take a shower. Unable to refuse him, she went to take a shower but ended up having sex with him again in the bathroom.

Cecilia had reached a point of sheer exhaustion.

As she finally succumbed to sleep, her dreams danced with possibilities. She imagined Mark as a future teacher, guiding young minds with a wisdom she admired. She believed he possessed a unique talent for educating children, a talent she wasn’t entirely sure she could match.

The soft rays of Christmas Eve’s morning sun spilled into the room as Cecilia stirred from her slumber.

Mark, ever the diligent businessman, had been picked up to the company to attend to pressing matters.

Cecilia, however, enjoyed the luxury of a later morning. Her day began at ten, as she rose from her cozy cocoon of blankets. With deliberate care, she attended to her personal grooming, preparing for the day ahead.

Just as she was about to step out, her phone rang, its chime breaking the stillness of the room. The caller’s name was displayed on the screen: Rena.

Cecilia’s heart skipped a beat. Rena’s voice, gentle and kind, flowed through the phone’s speaker.

“Have you settled into life with Mark?”

Blushing at the thought of her newfound life, Cecilia replied, “I’d say it’s going pretty well.”

Rena then shared her plans, her words igniting a spark of excitement in Cecilia’s eyes. Rena was planning to pay a visit to them in just a couple of days, and she would be bringing her children along.

Cecilia couldn’t contain her joy, and her playful spirits surfaced.

“Well, Rena,” she teased, “I have a special Christmas gift for you. I can’t wait to see you!”

Rena, momentarily taken aback by Cecilia’s unexpected enthusiasm, replied with a soft smile, “Then I’ll have Waylen have a good talk with you by then.”

Cecilia turned timid when she heard the name of Waylen.

Meanwhile, in Duefron, Rena ended the call and turned to Waylen, who was lounging on the sofa.

“Cecilia says she has prepared a Christmas gift for me,”

Rena announced with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“She mentioned it was a special one.”

With a sly smile, Waylen swiftly sent a message to Cecilia, asking, “Is there any gifts for me? I mean, special ones.”

Cecilia couldn’t help but feel a pang of nervousness.

Waylen, his phone tucked away, offered a fond smile to Rena.

“She’s quite audacious, isn’t she? Come here, let me see if our little one has been giving you a hard time.”

As Rena began preparing for her trip, Juliette arrived at their doorstep with an array of baby clothes in soft, delicate shades of pink.

Rena was visibly pleased and went up to check on those clothes, not wanting to come to Waylen’s side momentarily.

“Who else would torment me except you?” Rena blurted out.

Waylen stared at her. Clad in a wool skirt, Rena exuded a gentle aura.

He reached out, drawing her into his embrace.

After a moment of contemplation, he gently remarked, “Mark won’t require your presence on Christmas. He knows you’re pregnant. Why do you have to go and visit him? We could pay a visit when Mark holds a wedding or their baby arrives.”

Waylen’s concern touched Rena, and she lowered her head to caress her burgeoning belly.

A soft smile graced her lips as she reassured him, “I’ve told you, the journey is nothing more than a plane ride. Don’t worry, my love. See how nervous you’ve become? Besides, the private plane is fully equipped with medical staff. There won’t be any issues.”

Waylen, respecting her decision, refrained from pressing further.

Instead, he gently ran his fingers through her long, chestnut hair.

“You should rest now. You’ve been tirelessly working on these clothes,” he suggested.

Rena’s gaze, brimming with tenderness, met Waylen’s.

She had a penchant for tinkering with the little garments and accessories, her curiosity fueling her excitement as she prepared for the arrival of their child.

Waylen placed a tender kiss on her forehead and said lovingly, “You’re already a remarkable mother.”

Rena smiled.

At this time, a servant downstairs showed them an invitation.

It turned out to be an invitation from Kyle, saying he and Albert would come to Duefron to celebrate Christmas, and asked if they could gather for a dinner that day.

Rena’s eyes lingered on the invitation.

She put it down with a smile and remarked to Waylen, “I believe Kyle wants me to consider Albert as my little brother and treat him well. Kyle’s quite shrewd, you know. He’s not merely interested in making Albert my brother.

He’s using this as an opportunity to connect with our family. I’ve heard he has plans to expand his business in Duefron.”

Waylen welcomed the idea of expanding their circle of friends.

Chunks of vegetables, including onions, carrots, celery, and garlic, were lovingly placed alongside the turkey to roast. The result was a mouthwatering turkey with golden, crispy skin.

Zoey just took it out from the oven.

Unable to resist, Cecilia took a bite, only to accidentally burn her mouth in the process.

Zoey, a mix of worries and amusement, gently chastised her, “Quickly, ask the butler for some burn ointment. Or when Mark returns tonight, he will notice it and call you a little foodie.”

Cecilia felt a touch embarrassed as she hurried to follow Zoey’s advice.

Zoey’s mood darkened when a servant interrupted their culinary bonding.

“Miss Wilson has come to visit,” the servant announced.

not liking what she

her to keep away from us? Mark has plenty

Zoey’s frustration, adjusted his tone and explained that Cathy was insistent and

herself to be too harsh during

at Cecilia, who was bad

I’ll deal with her.

added before leaving, “I heard that she is leaving Czanch

Zoey, Cecilia timidly nodded and went to apply some

was the most influential family in Czanch, and Zoey had won a high reputation. She reluctantly agreed to see Cathy, asking the servant to fetch a shawl for her to maintain an

servants to

at Zoey and

her

to the butler and said, “It’s the latest black truffle and caviar. It’s best to eat them in your

received her gifts

and asked him

to Mark’s future wife. However, you know it’s uncomfortable for both of you to see

thoughtful when it comes to gifts, unlike Mark’s young and inexperienced wife. Just earlier, she was burnt while tasting the turkey I made. If Mark comes home later and knows this, he might be worried sickly.

something, causing Cathy’s

as if Zoey was praising Cathy while subtly expressing her dissatisfaction

underlying message in Zoey’s words. Despite what Zoey had said

adjusted herself

the social circles and wouldn’t utter harsh words

leave after catching the

as Mark laid eyes on Cathy, his

didn’t expect to see her here, nor

She knew what she was doing. Still, she went to his house. Clearly,

high status, he couldn’t

he decided to handle this situation with

coat, revealing the gray shirt and dark wool trousers hidden beneath it. His choice of clothes highlighted

handed him a hot towel,

why don’t you ask your wife to come and have dinner with us?” Mark said with

when and how to cooperate

towel from Mark and said, “Mr. Evans, thanks for your kind invitation. But I’ll pass. It’s Christmas Eve. I’d better go

his smile

peeked his head into the living

her in

home later to celebrate the festival. Why don’t

in the

that Mark was doing this

knew very well that Cathy and she weren’t on good terms, and yet, he still asked her to walk

request, she couldn’t bring herself

to be deemed as

ran out with the ointment

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her mouth, which made

her heart. She knew Mark like the back of her hand. He was a perfectionist. Cathy guessed Mark wouldn’t be

into a frown

the arm and pulled her closer. Noticing her injured mouth,

could see the bite marks she had left on his neck last night. When she saw this, memories of their passion the previous night flashed before her

myself while I was eating turkey,” she said

brain for a more sensible explanation that would make

roasted turkey that Zoey cooked

the ointment from Cecilia’s hand and applied it

keep making excuses for yourself,” he scolded her. “You can’t even apply the ointment properly! You’re

in his eyes translated to how gently

his words, Cecilia knew

Mark’s tenderness that she had totally forgotten about Cathy’s presence.

a glance. “What

flashed a

daze. She was frozen in place, as though her body had been plunged into the depths

every whim?

backbone of the entire Evans family! That required a capable

like Cecilia deserve a

a gift

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to Edwin last time. This

present. After all, she didn’t prepare anything

Mark reassured her, patting

all

smiled. “You’re such a

was still hesitant, she had no

clothes, she had to put the gift directly into Mark’s pocket. As she did, Mark watched her quietly from the corner of his eye. After a while, he called the butler and ordered

be the one arranging

with these tasks, Mark decided to take care of them by

Mark was giving orders to the butler, a thought

around and said to Cecilia, “Honey, why don’t you walk Peter

walk Miss Wilson out

Cathy’s expression

defined the respective standings of Cathy and Cecilia

that,” Cathy said, her lips contorted into an uncomfortable

Mark’s arm and fetched his coat from the

it on, she said, “Mr.

it’s such a beautiful day,” Peter replied with

with Miss Fowler is enough to put me in a

up his briefcase and headed out with Cecilia walking behind

felt helpless. There was no reason

laid her eyes on Mark, an unspeakable sadness took

dated a lot of girls,

that he would come to love her one day. After all, she could be a good wife and

that he would love the latter so much to the point of letting go of something

thought crossed her mind, the corner of Cathy’s mouth