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.”

considered the possibility of looking after Cecilia indefinitely as

narrowed his eyes as he regarded Waylen. He hadn’t forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into

grown more mature

of his years, not as

because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly, that would

Later, he visited the scene where

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during her

tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in

at

Mark began, “Zoey isn’t feeling well. I’ll head

his hands buried in his pockets, he forced a

are a few more deals I need

got the message he was trying

had already quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to put in

her soften her

on your way home. And perhaps next time, you might consider

Mark offered a smile.

it me or

eyes appeared slightly

the photographer

trying to get herself right for a while, especially when she applied eye drops to

to see her

there quietly for a while before turning around

did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a high position and felt

they had forsaken all to choose each

at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly

Mark still walked

positioned himself right

She was taken aback.

over the bystanders as

tone, Mark assured, “I’ll

I’m older than you and don’t

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately

endeavored to steer clear of Mark

Waylen made her return with just

Listen, Cecilia, Rena is pregnant. It’s not

always obedient to Waylen. She made her way

Cecilia with

he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him? How

stumbled over

you talking about?” Alexis

what a

had a habit

playfully tapped Alexis on her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have

downcast. Leonel

awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at

stated confidently, “You and Mark should take Edwin away promptly, or else

Cecilia was speechless.

he looked at Cecilia. He gently touched his little sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure the Thomas family regains that child, but Miss Wilson’s good

your relationship with Mark. It’s okay if this issue bothers you. Your feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much on your behalf.

was aware of

her head to

later on, there will still be time for you

relationship with him at this point, even I will feel

always showed his softer

found a dependable pillar

had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut

stairs, catching sight

that Rena might feel awkward. Even

however, kept her thoughts to herself. She

day, after concluding his business, Waylen stood

buttons and retired to

pajamas and settled in front of the dressing table to brush her

considerable effort in caring for her skin. When viewed from

and enveloped her in

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

agreement. She tilted her head to receive his kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are

her pajamas

playful teasing

his hand firmly. She wished

had been in a relationship for quite a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to

gently pushed

would I

out a

of the bed, inviting her to grasp it, and then he carefully unbuttoned

tender belly

third little one was

other gently caressing her belly,

in my heart, just like Alexis and Elva. She’s a

traced his fingers

touch unbearable. He was being deliberately

light and not

laid her down, brushed his lips against hers, and soothingly

her passion ignited

looks, it was hard

and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My wife is the

leading her to deliver a swift

hold

and unreadable, “Your belly is so big, yet your legs

he spoke, the more

was familiar with him and understood

his handsome face, she gently

a while, and with

a

shut her eyes, surrendering to

passed, and

and Mark hadn’t warmed

the two out the door, suggesting they returned to their own

a sense

can be pretty

one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin and playfully

I’ll

him of

strolled behind her leisurely. After some time, he declared, “After this

serious conversation with

headed upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful

thoughts then drifted to the situation with

unexpectedly, Albert’s mother,

plan had

on her belly, contemplating that she needed to wait until the

wasn’t in any rush, but Albert was getting

and Edwin were picked up in

seat in front of them. He spun around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with you from now on, Edwin. Does

a

backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his

need to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call me