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.

narrowed her eyes, not liking what she

her discontent. “Haven’t I repeatedly told her to keep away from us? Mark has plenty of subordinates, and

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

to be too harsh during Christmas, especially to

at Cecilia, who was bad at disguising

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

before leaving, “I heard that she is

Zoey, Cecilia timidly nodded

and Zoey had won a high reputation. She reluctantly agreed to see

to

at Zoey

asked her to

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

her

winked at him and asked him to serve

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

burnt while tasting the turkey I

hinted at something, causing Cathy’s expression to

was praising Cathy

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

adjusted herself in her

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

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

Mark laid eyes on Cathy, his expression

expect to see her here,

was doing. Still, she went to his

couldn’t bring

to handle this situation

dark wool trousers hidden beneath it. His choice of

servant handed him a hot towel,

you ask your wife to come and have dinner

always knew when and how to cooperate with

I’ll pass. It’s 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 the festival

his smile lingering on

his head into the living room and deliberately

her in a natural, casual

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

who was in the living room,

was convinced that Mark was

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

Mark had made the request, she

she didn’t want to be deemed as

Cecilia ran out with

Angela’s Library

ointment on her mouth, which made her look

at her heart. She knew Mark like the back of her

into a frown as soon

pulled 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

was eating turkey,” she

more

that Zoey cooked was

ointment from Cecilia’s hand and applied it to her mouth using his

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

translated to how gently he applied the ointment to her

knew he cared about

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

her touch and shot her a glance. “What are you doing? You little

a coy

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

Cecilia’s every

wife. After all, Mark was the backbone of the entire Evans family! That required a capable

woman like Cecilia deserve a man like

Peter produced a gift from his

A ‘s L I B

to Edwin last time. This one is

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

reassured

all a very

this, Peter smiled. “You’re such

still hesitant, she had no

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

be the one arranging everything for Christmas. But

tasks, Mark decided to take care of them by

was giving orders to the butler, a thought occurred

to Cecilia,

walk Miss Wilson out

this, Cathy’s expression

Mark had clearly defined the respective standings of Cathy and Cecilia

Cathy said, her lips contorted into an uncomfortable

arm and fetched his coat

on, she said, “Mr. Garcia, let me

it’s such a beautiful day,” Peter

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

saying that, Peter picked up his briefcase and headed out with

hand, felt helpless. There was no reason for her

her eyes on Mark, an

Mark had dated a lot of

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

would love

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