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.

not liking

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

servant, recognizing Zoey’s frustration, adjusted his tone and

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

look at Cecilia, who was

with her. You don’t have to see her

“I heard

Zoey, Cecilia timidly nodded and went to apply some

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

to lead Cathy into the drawing

Zoey and

asked her to sit

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

her gifts with a

him and asked him to

have left the responsibility of entertaining you to Mark’s future wife. However, you know

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

hinted at something, causing

praising Cathy while subtly expressing her dissatisfaction

message in Zoey’s words. Despite what Zoey had

Cathy adjusted herself in

the social circles and wouldn’t utter harsh

her leave after catching the hints, Mark arrived home

eyes on Cathy, his expression

see her here, nor was he happy

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

high status, he couldn’t bring

decided to handle this situation with

gray shirt and dark wool trousers hidden beneath it. His choice of

towel, which

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

and how

Christmas Eve. I’d better go home. After all, my wife and children are waiting for me to come back so that we can celebrate

nodded, his smile

into the living room and

he called her in a natural, casual

to celebrate the festival. Why don’t

in the living room,

was convinced that Mark

very well that Cathy and she weren’t on good terms, and yet, he

since Mark had made the request, she couldn’t bring

didn’t want to be deemed

ran out with the

Angela’s Library

still had some ointment on her mouth, which made

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

expression crumpled into a frown as soon as he

and pulled her closer. Noticing her

marks she had left on his neck last night. When she

eating turkey,” she

her brain for a more sensible explanation that would make her

turkey that Zoey cooked was

from Cecilia’s hand and applied it

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

his eyes translated to how gently he applied

words, Cecilia knew he cared about

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

shot her a glance.

flashed a coy

Cathy watched in a daze. She was frozen in place, as

indulging Cecilia’s every

all, Mark was the backbone of the entire Evans family! That required a capable wife to assist him in

what world would a woman like Cecilia

Peter produced a gift from his

G E L A ‘s L I B

last time. This one is

accept Peter’s present. After

Mark reassured her, patting her

wishes us all a very Merry

smiled.

was still hesitant, she had no choice but to

directly into Mark’s pocket. As she did, Mark watched her quietly from the corner of his eye. After a while, he called the butler and ordered him to

the hostess, Cecilia should be the one arranging everything

to depress her with these tasks, Mark decided

was giving orders to the

Cecilia, “Honey, why don’t you

Wilson out as

Cathy’s expression

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

but no need for that,” Cathy said, her lips contorted into an

and fetched

it on, she said, “Mr. Garcia, let me walk

a beautiful day,” Peter

about walking with Miss Fowler is enough to put me in a good

picked up his briefcase and headed out with Cecilia walking

the other hand, felt helpless. There was

she laid her eyes on Mark, an

lot of girls, Cathy was

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

like Cecilia and that he would love

this thought crossed her mind, the corner