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.

eyes, not

was palpable as she halted her tasks, expressing her discontent. “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

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

couldn’t bring herself to be too harsh during

turned to look at Cecilia, who was bad at disguising

deal with her. You

heard

wanting to embarrass Zoey, Cecilia timidly nodded and went to apply

had won a high reputation. She reluctantly agreed

prepared, she instructed the servants to lead Cathy into the

at Zoey and

asked her

the latest black truffle and

her gifts

discreetly winked at him and asked him

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 each other. Perhaps you should refrain

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

something, causing Cathy’s expression to

praising Cathy

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

uncomfortable, Cathy adjusted herself in her

high reputation within the social circles and wouldn’t utter harsh words directly at Cathy. She opted to express her

take her leave after catching the

Mark laid eyes

here, nor was he happy about

what she was

he couldn’t bring himself to drive Cathy away

he decided to handle this

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

him a hot towel, which Mark used to wipe his

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

always knew when and how to cooperate

pass. It’s Christmas Eve. I’d better go home. After all, my wife and children

smile lingering on

living room and deliberately raised

called her in a natural, casual

celebrate the

this, Cecilia, who was in the living room, gritted her

Mark

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

had made the request, she couldn’t bring

didn’t want to be deemed

a deep breath, Cecilia ran out

Angela’s Library

her mouth, which made her look somewhat crude

feeling tugged at her heart. She knew Mark like the back of her hand. He was

into a frown as soon as he

arm and pulled her closer. Noticing her injured mouth, he asked

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

while I was eating turkey,”

raced as she racked her brain for a more sensible explanation that would

Zoey cooked was

Cecilia’s hand

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

her, a tenderness in his eyes translated to how gently he

Cecilia knew

was so captivated by Mark’s tenderness that she had totally forgotten about Cathy’s presence. She placed her hand

her touch and shot her a glance. “What are you

flashed a coy

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

Mark indulging Cecilia’s every whim? She

wasn’t suitable to be Mark’s wife. After all, Mark was the backbone of the entire Evans family! That

would a woman like Cecilia deserve

Peter produced a gift from

L A ‘s L I B R

gave something to Edwin last time. This one is for

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

reassured her, patting her on the

us all a

this, Peter smiled. “You’re

still hesitant, she had no

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

one arranging everything for Christmas. But she seemed

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

the butler,

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

walk Miss Wilson out as

this, Cathy’s

Mark had clearly defined the

for that,” Cathy said, her lips contorted

arm and fetched his coat

she said, “Mr. Garcia, let me walk you

such a beautiful day,”

Miss Fowler is

Peter picked up his briefcase

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

she laid her eyes on Mark,

dated a lot of girls, Cathy was among

she was his girlfriend, Cathy was still willing 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

Cecilia and that he would love the latter so much to the point of letting go

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