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 liking

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

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

be too harsh

turned to look at Cecilia, who was bad at disguising

worries. I’ll deal with her.

leaving, “I heard that she

wanting to embarrass Zoey, Cecilia timidly nodded and went to apply some

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

instructed the servants to lead

at Zoey and

asked her

said, “It’s the latest black truffle and

butler received her gifts with

and asked him to serve

I will 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 you to see each other.

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

hinted at something, causing Cathy’s expression to shift

as if Zoey was praising Cathy while subtly expressing her

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

adjusted herself

and wouldn’t utter harsh words

thought Cathy would take her leave after catching

eyes on

expect to see her here, nor was

was doing. Still, she went to his house. Clearly,

high status, he couldn’t bring himself to

to handle this situation with

hidden beneath it. His choice of clothes highlighted his gentle yet

handed him a hot towel, which Mark used to wipe his

come and

when and how to cooperate

Mark and said, “Mr. Evans, thanks for your kind invitation. But 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

nodded, his smile lingering on his

his head into the living room and

called her in

celebrate the festival. Why don’t you walk

in the living room, gritted her

Mark was doing this

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

Mark had made the request, she couldn’t

she didn’t want to be deemed

Cecilia ran out with the ointment

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her mouth,

the back of her hand. He was a perfectionist. Cathy guessed Mark wouldn’t be able to stand Cecilia’s indecency and would

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

the arm and pulled her closer. Noticing her injured mouth, he

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

was eating turkey,”

a more sensible explanation that

Zoey cooked was

Mark took the ointment from Cecilia’s

making excuses for yourself,” he scolded her. “You can’t even

he was scolding her, a tenderness in his eyes translated to how gently

his words, Cecilia knew he cared

this moment, she was so captivated by Mark’s tenderness that she had totally forgotten about Cathy’s presence. She placed her hand in his trouser pocket and acted like

shot her a glance. “What

flashed a

was frozen in place, as though

Mark indulging Cecilia’s every whim? She

she wasn’t suitable to be Mark’s wife. After all, Mark was the backbone of

what world would a woman like Cecilia deserve a man like

gift from his

E L A ‘s

last time. This one is for

first, Cecilia was embarrassed to accept Peter’s present. After

alright. Take it,” Mark reassured her,

wishes us all a very

smiled. “You’re such a

she had no choice but

pocket. As she did, Mark watched her quietly from the corner of his eye. After

one arranging everything for

her with these tasks, Mark decided

the butler, a

and said to Cecilia, “Honey, why

walk Miss Wilson

this, Cathy’s

had clearly defined the respective standings of Cathy

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

took Mark’s arm and fetched his coat from the

she said, “Mr. Garcia, let

beautiful day,”

Miss Fowler is

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

felt helpless. There was no reason for her to

eyes on Mark, an unspeakable sadness

had dated a lot of girls, Cathy 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 would love the latter so much to the point of letting go of something truly important to him just

this thought crossed her mind, the corner of