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.

her eyes, not

“Haven’t I repeatedly told her to keep away from us? Mark has plenty of subordinates, and if they all come to our house,

frustration, adjusted his tone and explained that Cathy was insistent

herself to be too harsh

at Cecilia, who was bad at disguising her

I’ll deal with her. You don’t have to

“I heard that

Zoey, Cecilia timidly nodded

reluctantly agreed to see Cathy, asking the servant to

prepared, she instructed the servants to lead Cathy into the drawing

at Zoey

her to sit

latest black truffle and caviar. It’s best to eat them in your

butler received her gifts with a

at him and asked

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

she 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 of

remark hinted at something, causing Cathy’s expression to

Zoey was praising Cathy

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

uncomfortable, Cathy adjusted herself

utter harsh words directly

take her leave after catching the hints, Mark

as Mark laid eyes on Cathy,

expect to see her here, nor was he happy

what she was doing. Still, she went to his house. Clearly, she wanted to make

of high status, he couldn’t

decided to handle this situation with

wool trousers hidden beneath it. His choice

a hot towel, which Mark used to wipe his

ask your wife to come and have dinner with us?” Mark said

knew when and

I’d better go home.

smile lingering

his head into the living room and deliberately

in a

home later to celebrate the

was in the living room, gritted

that Mark was

and she weren’t on good terms, and yet, he still asked her to walk Peter out

the request, she couldn’t bring herself

didn’t want to be deemed as a

ran out

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still had some ointment on her mouth, which made her

She knew Mark like the back of her

expression crumpled into a frown as

and pulled her closer. Noticing her injured mouth,

were standing so close that she could see the bite marks she had left on his neck last night. When she saw this, memories of their passion

eating turkey,” she said in

racked her brain for a more sensible explanation that would make her look less like

that Zoey cooked

took the ointment from Cecilia’s

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

a tenderness in his eyes translated to how

words, Cecilia knew he cared

moment, 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

felt her touch and shot her a glance.

flashed a

frozen in place, as though her body had been plunged into the

Mark indulging Cecilia’s every

was pretty, but she wasn’t suitable to be Mark’s wife. After all, Mark was the backbone of the entire Evans family! That required a capable wife to assist him in every

what world would a woman like Cecilia

Peter produced a gift from his

‘s L I B R A

Edwin last time.

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

alright. Take it,” Mark reassured her, patting

wishes us all a very Merry

Peter smiled. “You’re

hesitant, she had no choice but to accept the

put the gift directly into Mark’s pocket. As she did, Mark watched her quietly

the hostess, Cecilia should be the one arranging everything for Christmas. But

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

the butler, a thought occurred in his

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

walk Miss Wilson

Cathy’s

Mark had clearly defined the respective standings of

no need for that,” Cathy said, her lips contorted

Mark’s arm and fetched

said, “Mr. Garcia, let

a beautiful day,” Peter replied

is enough to put me

Peter picked up his briefcase and headed out with Cecilia

was no reason for her to stay here

she laid her eyes on Mark, an unspeakable sadness took over her

Mark had dated a lot of girls, Cathy was

his side, with the thought that he would come to love

and that he would love the latter so much to the point of letting go of something truly important to him just

this thought crossed her mind, the corner