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

keep away from us? Mark has plenty of subordinates,

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

bring herself to be too harsh during Christmas, especially to her

turned to look at Cecilia, who was bad at disguising

her. You

leaving, “I heard that she is leaving Czanch

Zoey, Cecilia timidly nodded and went

and Zoey had won a high reputation. She reluctantly agreed

servants to lead

at Zoey and

her to

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

butler received her gifts with

discreetly winked at him and asked

will be frank with you. I should have left the responsibility of entertaining you to Mark’s future wife. However, you know it’s uncomfortable for both of you to

was burnt while tasting the turkey I made. If Mark comes home later and knows this, he might be worried sickly. But I suppose that’s the way

at something, causing Cathy’s expression to

as if Zoey was praising Cathy while subtly expressing her

words. Despite what Zoey had said about Cecilia, Zoey still held a great deal of affection for

adjusted herself in

wouldn’t utter harsh

leave after catching the hints, Mark arrived home at

eyes on

see her here, nor was he happy about

Cathy wasn’t stupid. She knew what she was doing. Still, she went to his house.

he couldn’t

decided to handle

wool trousers hidden beneath it. His choice

a hot towel, which Mark used to wipe

you ask your wife to come and have dinner

and how to cooperate

Mark and said, “Mr. Evans, thanks for your kind invitation. But I’ll pass. It’s Christmas Eve. I’d better go home. After all, my wife and children are waiting for me to come back so that we can celebrate the festival

his smile

his head into the living

called her in a natural,

to celebrate the festival.

in the living

that Mark was doing

terms, and yet, he still asked her to walk Peter out despite

Mark had made the request, she couldn’t

want to

deep breath, Cecilia ran out with the ointment in

Angela’s Library

some ointment on her mouth, which made her

at her heart. She knew Mark like the back of her hand. He was a perfectionist. Cathy guessed Mark wouldn’t be able to stand Cecilia’s

expression crumpled into a frown as soon as he saw

closer. Noticing her injured mouth, he asked her, “What’s

marks she had left on his neck last night. When she saw this, memories of their passion the previous night

I was eating turkey,” she said in hushed

brain for a more

turkey that Zoey cooked

took the ointment from Cecilia’s hand and

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

he was scolding her, a tenderness in his eyes translated to how gently he applied the ointment to her

his words, Cecilia knew he cared about

she was so captivated by Mark’s tenderness that she had totally forgotten about Cathy’s presence. She placed her hand in his trouser pocket and acted like a spoiled

a glance. “What are

a

watched in a daze. She was frozen in place, as though her body had been plunged into the depths of an icy

Mark indulging Cecilia’s every whim? She couldn’t understand

be Mark’s wife. After all, Mark was the backbone

like Cecilia deserve

produced a gift from his

N G E L A ‘s

last time. This

Peter’s present. After all, she didn’t prepare anything for

Mark reassured her, patting her

all a

this, Peter smiled. “You’re

was still hesitant, she had no choice but to accept

didn’t have any pockets on her clothes, she had to put the gift directly into Mark’s pocket. As she did, Mark watched her quietly from

the one arranging everything for Christmas.

to depress her with these tasks, Mark decided to take care of them

Mark was giving orders to the butler, a

said to Cecilia, “Honey, why don’t you

Miss Wilson

Cathy’s

few words, Mark had clearly defined the respective standings

said, her lips contorted

and fetched

she said, “Mr. Garcia, let me walk

such a beautiful day,” Peter replied

thinking about walking with Miss Fowler is enough to put me

up his briefcase and headed out

on the other hand, felt helpless. There was no

Mark, an

Mark had dated a lot

thought that he would come to love her one day. After all, she could be a good wife and take care of everything if

like Cecilia and that he would love

crossed her mind, the corner of Cathy’s