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

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

recognizing Zoey’s frustration, adjusted his tone and explained that Cathy was insistent and refused to

too harsh

look at Cecilia, who was bad

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

“I heard that she is leaving Czanch

Zoey, Cecilia timidly nodded

won a high reputation. She reluctantly agreed to see Cathy, asking the servant to fetch a shawl for her to maintain an

instructed the servants to lead

at Zoey and

her to sit

black truffle and caviar.

her

discreetly winked at him and asked

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

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

remark hinted at something, causing Cathy’s

if Zoey was praising Cathy while subtly expressing her dissatisfaction

message in Zoey’s words. Despite what Zoey had said about Cecilia, Zoey still held a great deal

Cathy adjusted herself in her

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

would take her leave after catching the hints, Mark

Mark laid eyes

didn’t expect to see her here, nor was he

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

he couldn’t

handle this situation with

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

handed him a hot towel,

come and have

and how to cooperate with

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

smile lingering on his

the living room

he called her in a natural,

the festival. Why don’t

who was in the living room, gritted her

convinced that Mark was doing this on

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

Mark had made the request, she couldn’t bring

want to

ran out with the ointment in

Angela’s Library

some ointment on her mouth, which made her look somewhat crude

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

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

her closer. Noticing her injured mouth, he asked her, “What’s going

on his neck last night. When she saw this, memories of their passion the previous night flashed before her

while I was eating turkey,” she said in hushed

for a more sensible explanation that would make her look less like a

turkey that Zoey

Mark took the ointment from Cecilia’s

scolded her.

a tenderness in his eyes translated to how gently he applied the ointment to

words, Cecilia knew he cared about

totally forgotten about Cathy’s presence. She placed

touch and shot her a glance. “What are

a

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

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

but she wasn’t suitable to be Mark’s wife. After all, Mark was the backbone of the entire Evans family! That required a capable wife to assist

would a woman like Cecilia deserve a

Peter produced a gift from his business

E L A ‘s L I B R A R

something to Edwin last time.

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

reassured her, patting her on

wishes us all a very

Peter smiled. “You’re

was still hesitant, she had no choice but

she did, Mark watched

be the one arranging

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

giving orders to the butler,

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

Miss Wilson out as

Cathy’s expression

few words, Mark had clearly defined the respective standings of

need for that,” Cathy said, her lips contorted

arm and fetched

it on, she said, “Mr. Garcia, let

such a beautiful day,” Peter replied

with Miss Fowler is enough to put me

his briefcase

helpless. There was no reason for her to stay here

on Mark, an unspeakable

Mark had dated a lot

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

expected that Mark would fall in love with a naive girl like Cecilia and that he would love the latter so much to the point of letting go of something truly important to him just

her mind, the corner of Cathy’s mouth