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

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

and explained that Cathy was insistent

harsh during Christmas, especially to

at Cecilia, who

Zoey reassured, “No worries. I’ll deal with her. You

“I heard that

embarrass Zoey, Cecilia timidly nodded and went to apply

She reluctantly agreed to see Cathy, asking the servant to

to lead Cathy into the drawing

at Zoey and greeted

asked her to

the latest black truffle and caviar. It’s best to eat

her gifts with a

discreetly winked at him and asked him

entertaining you to Mark’s future wife. However, you know it’s uncomfortable for both

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

something, causing

Cathy while subtly expressing her dissatisfaction with

in Zoey’s words. Despite what Zoey had said about Cecilia, Zoey

uncomfortable, Cathy adjusted herself in

utter harsh words directly at Cathy.

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

soon as Mark laid eyes on Cathy, his

see her here, nor was he

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

status, he couldn’t bring himself to drive Cathy

handle this situation

the gray shirt and dark wool trousers hidden

him a hot towel, which Mark used to

ask your wife to come and have

and how to cooperate

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

nodded, his smile

peeked his head into the living room and deliberately raised his

her in a natural, casual

go home later to celebrate the festival. Why don’t you walk him

was in the living room, gritted

Mark was doing

and yet, he still asked her to walk Peter out despite

the request, she couldn’t bring herself to

to be deemed

a deep breath, Cecilia ran

Angela’s Library

on her mouth, which

Cathy observed Cecilia, a strange feeling tugged at her heart. She knew Mark like the back of her hand. He was a perfectionist. Cathy guessed Mark

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

by the arm and pulled her closer. Noticing

last night. When she saw this, memories of their passion the previous night flashed before her eyes, making

myself while I was eating turkey,” she said in hushed

a more sensible explanation that would make her look

turkey that Zoey

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

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

her, a tenderness in his eyes translated to how gently

his words, Cecilia knew he cared

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

touch and shot her a glance. “What are

a coy

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

indulging Cecilia’s every whim? She

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

like

gift from

L A ‘s L I B R A

last time. This one is

was embarrassed to accept Peter’s present.

Take it,” Mark reassured her, patting her on the

all a very Merry

Peter smiled. “You’re such

had no choice but to

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

the hostess, Cecilia should be the one arranging everything for Christmas. But she seemed clueless

these tasks, Mark decided to take

Mark was giving orders to the

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

Miss Wilson

this, Cathy’s

clearly defined the respective standings of Cathy and Cecilia in his

need for that,” Cathy said, her lips contorted into an uncomfortable

took Mark’s arm and fetched his coat from

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

day,” Peter

walking with Miss Fowler is enough to put me in a

briefcase and headed out with Cecilia

was no reason for

she laid her eyes on Mark, an unspeakable sadness took over her

Mark had dated a lot of girls, Cathy was among

with the thought that he would come to love her one day. After all, she could

girl like Cecilia and that he would love the latter so much to the point of letting go of something truly important

her mind, the corner of Cathy’s mouth