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

away from

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

couldn’t bring herself to be too harsh during Christmas, especially to her

to look at Cecilia, who

a sigh, Zoey reassured, “No worries. I’ll deal with her. You don’t have

leaving, “I heard that she is

wanting to embarrass Zoey, Cecilia timidly nodded

in Czanch, and Zoey had won a high reputation. She reluctantly agreed to see Cathy, asking the servant to fetch

prepared, she instructed the servants to lead Cathy into

at Zoey

her

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

her gifts with

at him and

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 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

remark hinted at something, causing

as if Zoey was praising Cathy while subtly expressing her dissatisfaction with

Zoey’s words. Despite what Zoey had

uncomfortable, Cathy adjusted herself in

circles and wouldn’t utter harsh words

Zoey thought Cathy would take her leave after catching the hints, Mark arrived home at

laid eyes on Cathy, his expression

here, nor was he happy about

made things clear to Cathy. Cathy wasn’t stupid. She knew what she was

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

decided to handle this situation

shirt and dark wool trousers hidden beneath it. His choice of clothes highlighted his

towel, which Mark used to wipe his

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

when and how to

pass. It’s Christmas Eve. I’d better go home. After all,

smile

his head into the living room and deliberately

her in a natural, casual

go home later to celebrate the

was in

was convinced that Mark was doing

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

had made the request, she couldn’t bring herself to

want to

a deep breath, Cecilia ran out with the ointment

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on her mouth, which made her look somewhat crude

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

Mark’s expression crumpled into a frown as soon as he saw

by the arm and pulled her closer. Noticing

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

eating turkey,” she said in hushed

as she racked her brain for a more sensible

that Zoey cooked was really

still squinted, Mark took the ointment from Cecilia’s hand and

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

in his eyes translated to how gently he

Cecilia knew he

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

her touch and shot her a glance. “What are

a

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

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

the backbone of the entire Evans family! That required a

like Cecilia deserve a man

gift from his business

A ‘s L I B R A R

something to Edwin last time. This one is

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

reassured her, patting her

all a very Merry

Peter smiled.

Cecilia was still hesitant, she had no choice but to accept the

put the gift directly into Mark’s pocket. As she did, Mark watched her quietly from the corner of his eye.

arranging everything for Christmas.

these tasks, Mark decided

to the butler,

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

Miss Wilson out as

this, Cathy’s

had clearly defined the respective standings of

Cathy said,

and fetched

“Mr. Garcia, let me

it’s such a beautiful day,” Peter

is enough to put me in

briefcase and headed out with

was no

eyes on Mark, an unspeakable sadness took

dated a lot of girls,

to stay by his side, with the thought that he would come to love her one day. After all, she could be a good wife and take care of everything if he decided to settle down

would fall in love with a naive girl like Cecilia and that he would love

her mind,