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

from us? Mark has plenty of subordinates, and if they all come to

and explained that Cathy was

bring herself to be too harsh

who was bad

worries. I’ll deal with her. You don’t have to

“I heard that

Zoey, Cecilia timidly nodded and went to apply

a high reputation. She reluctantly

to lead Cathy into the drawing

looked at Zoey and

her to sit

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

butler received her

him and

However,

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 home later and knows this, he might be worried sickly. But I suppose that’s the way of young couples getting

at something, causing Cathy’s expression to

was praising Cathy while subtly expressing her dissatisfaction

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

Cathy adjusted herself

social circles and wouldn’t utter harsh words directly at Cathy. She

thought Cathy would take her leave after catching

as Mark laid eyes

here, nor was he happy

was

of high status, he couldn’t

decided to handle this

dark wool trousers hidden beneath it. His choice

towel, which Mark used

wife to come and have dinner with us?” Mark said with a friendly

when and how to

Christmas Eve. I’d better go

nodded, his smile lingering

living room and deliberately

in a

the festival.

who was in the

Mark was doing this

she weren’t on good terms, and yet, he

request, she couldn’t bring herself

to be deemed

breath, Cecilia ran out with the

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her mouth, which made her

Mark like the back of her hand. He was a perfectionist.

as Cathy had anticipated, Mark’s expression crumpled into a

the arm and pulled her closer. Noticing her injured mouth, he asked her, “What’s

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

while I was eating turkey,” she said

mind raced as she racked her brain for a more sensible

roasted turkey that Zoey cooked

squinted, Mark took the ointment from Cecilia’s hand and applied it to her

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

eyes translated to how gently he applied the ointment to her

his words, Cecilia knew

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

her touch and shot her a glance.

a coy

place, as though her body

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

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

would a woman like Cecilia deserve a

Peter produced a gift from his business

E L A ‘s L I B

Edwin last time. This one is for you,” he

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

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

wishes us all

smiled.

hesitant, she had no choice but to

had to put the gift directly into Mark’s pocket. As she did, Mark

Cecilia should be the one arranging

depress her with these tasks, Mark decided to

orders to the butler, a thought occurred in his

Cecilia, “Honey, why don’t you walk

Miss Wilson out as

Cathy’s expression

just a few words, Mark had clearly defined the respective standings of Cathy and Cecilia

that,” Cathy said, her lips

and fetched his

it on, she said, “Mr. Garcia, let me

day,”

thinking about walking with Miss Fowler is enough to put me

that, Peter picked up his briefcase and headed

the other hand, felt helpless. There was

her eyes on Mark, an unspeakable sadness

lot of girls,

stay by his side, with the thought that he would come to love her one

he would love the

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