A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Mark’s complexion lost its color.

He grasped Cecilia’s intent. She was ready to give up their relationship.

He gazed at Cecilia and whispered, “Cecilia, I understand how you feel. Just grant me a little time, will you? It was I who suggested Paul for that project. And Laura, she’s the sole heir to the Thomas family.”

Cecilia averted her gaze, choosing to stare outside the window instead.

In a gentle murmur, she expressed, “Mark, all I desire is a peaceful existence. It doesn’t matter to me whether you’re a man of high position. The most important thing is that you can live with me and Edwin without being disturbed by others.”

The air crackled with tension.

Cecilia’s heart was heavy with disillusionment, yet abandoning their relationship built over the years wasn’t as easy as pie.

Exhaustion was evident in Cecilia as she slumped into the couch.

She whispered, “It’s getting late. Let me show you to the guest room.”

Mark, however, picked her up and strode toward the bed.

She thumped him on the shoulder and asked, “Mark, what are you doing?”

He settled her beneath the blankets and ran his hands along her body to her cold feet. He sought to warm them with his palms… Her eyes remained red as she continued to gaze at him intently.

Bowling his head, Mark announced, “I’m staying here tonight.”

Cecilia turned away, retorting, “You ought to rest in the guest room.”

Without a word, Mark turned around and headed for the bathroom.

He found one of his bathrobes and slipped into it as soon as he stepped out of the shower.

He rested on the bed while Cecilia turned away from him. He tenderly embraced her from behind.

Cecilia’s body tensed up a bit.

She breathed out a soft plea, “Don’t touch me.”

Mark gently pressed his lips against behind her ear, remaining silent.

He wished she’d grasp his unspoken words, though he realized his expectations might be unfair.

Years had passed with him offering her too little.

He remained quiet.

Tears fell from Cecilia’s eyes silently.

She blamed him because they could be happy in the first place, but he insisted on getting involved in Cathy’s matter.

A smart man like him knew what was on Cathy’s mind, but he still walked into the trap.

In the deep darkness of the night.

His voice, barely above a whisper, carried his apology, “I’m sorry.”

Cecilia gave no reply, yet her shaking shoulders spoke volumes.

The next morning.

When Mark woke up, the clock had already shown eight in the morning.

He extended his arm and reached to the side, finding no one with him.

He jumped out of bed, threw on new clothes, and sprinted straight to the ground level.

Waylen was there in the dining room, engrossed in the newspaper.

He sported a black shirt paired with dark grey suit pants, and his short hair was impeccably groomed.

He was brimming with energy and life.

Around him were Leonel, Alexis, Marcus, and Edwin.

Even though they were all children, Waylen had a_ knack for encouraging them to feed themselves and look out for one another.

Especially Marcus, who seemed to be Alexis’ entertainer.

As Mark descended the stairs, Alexis greeted him with a cheerful “Uncle.”

Mark scooped up Alexis, taking a seat next to Edwin.

Edwin appeared rather gloomy. He, too, called Mark “Uncle.” Mark didn’t show irritation. Instead, he tenderly patted Edwin’s head, inquiring, “Did your mom tell you to call me that?”

Edwin lowered his head.

Mark caressed Edwin’s head and questioned, “Is your injury still bothering you?”

Edwin gave his head a Little shake. He expressed his disappointment, saying, “I won’t be able to attend school for another two weeks.”

Mark offered Edwin a few reassuring words.

Just then, Waylen put away the newspaper, asking in a laid-back tone, “Mark, did you have a good sleep last night?”

Mark wasn’t in the mood for small talk with Waylen.

But Waylen seemed quite keen on the subject. He took a casual sip of his black coffee and jokingly prodded, “Mark, you seem worn out. A splash of water might perk you up. Oh, and I forgot to mention that Cecilia values a polished appearance. If you don’t dress well, I fear you won’t win her heart, let alone marry her.”

Mark couldn’t stand Waylen’s way with words.

Still, Waylen kept sipping his coffee, an amused smile on his lips.

At that moment, Rena made her way downstairs.

Due to her pregnancy, she slept in every day, and Waylen was the one mostly looking after the children.

Upon spotting her coming down, Waylen promptly rose to lend her a hand.

He didn’t come off as arrogant now.

Mark observed them, a twinge of jealousy in his gaze.

Rena settled herself and addressed Mark softly.

Mark valued her and replied warmly, “Thank you, to you and Waylen.”

Rena offered a smile. She revealed, “I heard about the upcoming lawsuit. Waylen’s planning to handle the case.”

This caught Mark by surprise.

Waylen, flicking through the newspaper, commented nonchalantly, “I’m doing it for Cecilia.”

It was then that Mark came to terms with accepting Waylen’s assistance.

After breakfast, Mark joined Waylen into the study to talk over the lawsuit.

In the solitude of the study, it was just the two men, each with a cigarette in hand.

After their discussion on the lawsuit, Waylen’s slender fingers tapped the ashes from his cigarette. Narrowing his eyes, he asked, “Cecilia is still upset with you, right? Mark, I can understand her, but I can also understand you.”

He knew Mark had no desire to get entangled with Cathy, and Mark’s concerns lay with Paul’s daughter.

It seemed that men often shared a common thread of thought.

Yet, Waylen shifted the conversation, declaring, “I have just one little sister, so you get just one shot. I’ll assist you to the best of my ability. Your future, however, lies in your own hands.”

possibility of looking

eyes as he regarded Waylen. He hadn’t forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia’s behalf upon learning about

grown more

the weight of his years, not as resilient to the

that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly, that would make

to Edwin. Later, he visited the

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during

and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she still had to look up

looked at each

a soft tone, Mark began, “Zoey isn’t

irritated. With his hands buried in

are a few more deals I need to

he

at his age,

made her

your way home. And perhaps next time, you

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter that you’re

eyes appeared slightly

the photographer

in a good condition. She had been trying to get herself

disheartened to see her in such

for a while before

Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate

forsaken all to

at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded

still walked

himself right

She was taken aback.

the bystanders

gentle tone, Mark assured, “I’ll be back in a

“Even though I’m older

Then, Mark departed.

in place, delicately nibbling her

clear of

return

care about your child? Listen, Cecilia, Rena is pregnant. It’s not fair to pass

to Waylen. She made her

Cecilia with

the sofa. With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him? How did your conversation

over her

talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing into Waylen’s

was beyond what a child needed

a habit of

bottom and remarked, “Go and have

felt downcast. Leonel was occupied

awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such a young

take Edwin away promptly, or else I’ll raise Edwin in the

Cecilia was speechless.

He gently touched his little sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case.

sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he

aware of

hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest

disappoint you again later on, there

added, “If you give up your relationship with him

showed his softer

hurt, she had found a dependable pillar of

always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that Elva might

catching sight

awkward. Even though she

however, kept her thoughts to herself. She cast

after concluding his business, Waylen

his shirt buttons and

donned her silky pajamas and settled in front of the dressing table to

in caring for her

and enveloped her in a warm hug from

of his nose to her soft neck and murmured, “You have such a lovely fragrance. Did

receive his kiss and inquired between tender

slipped his hand into her pajamas and gently

teasing and

firmly. She wished to keep his hands away from

be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her

blushed and gently

would I be

out a soft

inviting her to grasp it, and

belly

little one was on the

on her waist and the other gently

just like Alexis and Elva. She’s a delicate young

traced his fingers softly

unbearable.

touch was light and not nearly

soothingly said, “Cecilia is my sister, but you, my wife,

her passion

good looks, it was hard to

extending her hand, softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My wife is the one

flared up, leading her to deliver a

hold of her

belly is so big, yet your legs have stayed so

spoke, the

was familiar with him and

his handsome face, she gently murmured, “Let’s focus

for a while, and with her consent, he

gave her a

surrendering to his

couple of days passed,

and Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing Waylen a

two out the door, suggesting they returned to their

their car drive away, a sense of

teased him, “You can be pretty

was no one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped

baby arrives, I’ll show you what

playfully accused him of being a

behind her leisurely. After some time, he declared, “After this baby arrives, we’re done having

believed she couldn’t have a serious conversation with a

upstairs and enjoyed some

to the situation with Albert’s

unexpectedly, Albert’s mother, Helen, became

plan had to be

contemplating that she needed to wait until the baby arrived before

any rush, but Albert was getting

and Edwin were picked up

expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time

a little

appeared more

there’s no need to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call me