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.

narrowed her eyes, not liking what

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

frustration, adjusted his tone and explained that Cathy was insistent and

to be too harsh during Christmas, especially

at Cecilia, who was

I’ll deal with her. You

“I heard

Zoey, Cecilia timidly nodded and

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 air of

prepared, she instructed the servants to lead Cathy into

Zoey and greeted her

asked her to sit

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

her gifts

winked at him and asked

began, “Cathy, I 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 see

have to say you’re quite 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

hinted at something, causing Cathy’s

if Zoey was praising Cathy while subtly

could discern the underlying message in Zoey’s words. Despite what Zoey had said about Cecilia, Zoey still held a great

uncomfortable, Cathy adjusted herself in her

utter harsh words directly at Cathy. She opted to express her messages to

after

eyes

see her here, nor was he happy

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

man of high status, he couldn’t bring himself to drive

he decided to handle this situation with

and dark wool trousers hidden beneath it. His choice of clothes highlighted his gentle yet elegant

hot towel, which

to come and have dinner with us?”

when and how to cooperate

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

his smile lingering on his

head into the living room and

in

celebrate the festival. Why don’t you

who was in

that Mark was doing this on

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

the request, she couldn’t bring herself to

want to be deemed

taking a deep breath, Cecilia ran out with the ointment

Angela’s Library

her mouth,

Cecilia, a strange feeling tugged 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 indecency and

as Cathy had anticipated, Mark’s expression crumpled into a frown as soon as he saw

by the arm and pulled her closer. Noticing her injured

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 the previous night flashed before her eyes, making her cheeks

myself while I was eating turkey,” she

a more sensible explanation that would make

roasted turkey that Zoey cooked was really

the ointment from Cecilia’s hand and applied

he scolded her. “You can’t even apply the ointment properly! You’re just

his eyes translated to how gently he applied the

words, Cecilia knew he

that she had totally forgotten about Cathy’s presence. She placed her hand in his trouser pocket and acted like

and shot her a glance. “What are you

a coy

daze. She was frozen in place, as though her body had

was Mark indulging Cecilia’s every whim? She

all, Mark was the backbone

a woman like Cecilia deserve

Peter produced a gift from his business

A ‘s

gave something to Edwin last time. This one

first, Cecilia was embarrassed to accept Peter’s present. After all, she didn’t prepare anything for

alright. Take it,” Mark reassured her, patting her on the

wishes us all a

this, Peter smiled. “You’re

she had

did, Mark watched her quietly from the corner

be the one arranging everything for

to depress her with these tasks, Mark decided to take

the butler, a thought occurred

to Cecilia, “Honey, why don’t

walk Miss Wilson out

Cathy’s

just a few words, Mark had clearly defined the respective

need for that,” Cathy said, her lips contorted into an

and fetched his

“Mr. Garcia,

a beautiful day,” Peter replied with a

Fowler is enough to

his briefcase and headed out with Cecilia walking

other hand, felt helpless. There was no reason for her to

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

Mark had dated a lot of girls, Cathy was

his side, with the thought that he would come to love her one day. After all,

with a naive girl like Cecilia and that he would love the

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