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

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

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

to be too harsh during Christmas,

at Cecilia, who was bad at

worries. I’ll deal with her.

leaving, “I heard that she is

to embarrass Zoey, Cecilia timidly

Czanch, and Zoey had won a high reputation. She reluctantly agreed to see Cathy, asking the servant to fetch a shawl for her to

she instructed the servants to lead Cathy into the

Zoey and greeted

asked her to sit

to the butler and said, “It’s the latest black truffle and caviar. It’s best to eat them in your

received her gifts

winked at him and asked

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

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

remark hinted at something, causing Cathy’s expression

was praising Cathy while subtly expressing her dissatisfaction

had said about Cecilia, Zoey still

Cathy adjusted herself in her

utter harsh words directly at Cathy.

her leave after catching the hints, Mark arrived

as Mark laid eyes on Cathy, his

to see her here, nor was he

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

of high status, he couldn’t bring himself to

handle this situation

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

handed him a hot towel, which Mark used to

to come and

knew when and how to cooperate

a smile, Peter took the towel from Mark and said, “Mr. Evans, thanks for your kind invitation. But I’ll pass. It’s Christmas Eve. I’d better

his smile lingering on

head into the living room

in

home later to celebrate the

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

convinced that Mark was doing

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

made the request, she couldn’t bring herself to

didn’t want to be deemed

ran out

Angela’s Library

had some ointment on her mouth, which made

feeling tugged at her heart. She knew Mark like the back of her hand. He was a perfectionist. Cathy guessed Mark wouldn’t be able to stand

Mark’s expression crumpled into a

closer. Noticing her

the bite marks she had left on his neck last night. When she saw this, memories of their passion the previous night flashed before

burned myself while I was eating turkey,” she

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

Zoey cooked

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

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

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

words, Cecilia knew he cared

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

her touch and shot her a glance. “What are

a coy

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

indulging Cecilia’s every

suitable to be Mark’s wife. After all, Mark was the backbone of the entire Evans family! That required

would a woman like Cecilia deserve a

a gift from his

‘s L I

gave something to Edwin last time. This one

embarrassed to accept Peter’s present. After

Mark reassured her, patting her on the

wishes us all a very

Peter smiled. “You’re such

was still hesitant, she had

she didn’t have any 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 eye. After

be the one arranging everything for Christmas. But she

with these tasks, Mark decided to take care of

orders to the butler, a thought occurred

to Cecilia, “Honey, why don’t

Wilson out

Cathy’s expression

had clearly defined the respective

for that,” Cathy said,

and fetched his coat

“Mr. Garcia, let

it’s such a beautiful day,” Peter replied

Fowler is enough to put me

his briefcase and

felt helpless. There was

Mark, an unspeakable sadness took over

Mark had dated a lot of girls, Cathy

officially announced 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 everything if he decided to settle

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

crossed her mind, the corner of Cathy’s