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.”

of looking after Cecilia

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

grown more mature and

of his years, not as resilient to the ravages of

ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly,

he visited the scene where Cecilia

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him

and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood

at each

began, “Zoey isn’t feeling

irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets, he forced a

few more deals I need

the message he

now, at his age, he needed to put in a lot of effort to make

realization made her soften

way home. And perhaps next time, you might consider

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter that

eyes appeared

then, the photographer summoned

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

disheartened to see her in such

for a while before

believed that if they were apart, they could each attain their desires. Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything

forsaken all

been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people,

still walked

himself

She was taken aback.

the

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

“Even though I’m older than you and don’t have much at

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately nibbling

steer clear

return with just one phone

pregnant. It’s not fair to pass the kid off

always obedient to Waylen. She made her way to the

with kindness, which made Cecilia feel

sofa. With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run

stumbled over

talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

was beyond what a child needed

habit

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

downcast. Leonel was occupied

burdened with paperwork at

“You and Mark should take Edwin away promptly,

Cecilia was speechless.

softened as 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

Your feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he not stepped down, he might have risen even higher. Nevertheless, he forfeits his position to start anew as an ordinary

was aware

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her

opportunity. Should he disappoint you again later on, there will still be time for you to deal

Waylen added, “If you give up your relationship with him at this point, even I

showed his softer

strong, and although she felt hurt, she had found a dependable pillar of support. She buried

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

catching sight of their

felt a tad bashful. Cecilia had concerns that Rena might feel awkward. Even though she

thoughts to herself. She cast only a glance in

the day, after concluding his business, Waylen stood up, stretching out

his shirt buttons

and settled in front of the dressing table to brush

considerable effort in caring for her skin.

and enveloped her in

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

in agreement. She tilted her head to receive his kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly committed to assisting my uncle with this

pajamas and gently started to

for playful teasing and never failed to arouse

wished to keep his hands away from

in a relationship for quite a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and

and gently pushed him

I be

out a

guided her to the edge of the bed, inviting her to grasp it, and then he

tender belly swelled

third little one was on the

on her waist and the other gently caressing

special place in my heart, just like Alexis

traced his fingers softly across her

unbearable. He was

was light and not nearly

lips against hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia is

felt her passion ignited by Waylen’s

with his striking good looks, it was hard

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

up, leading her to deliver a swift

hold

“Your belly is so big, yet your legs have stayed

more he spoke, the more

and understood his powerful desire

gently

playfully charming Rena for a while, and with her consent,

gave her a

her eyes, surrendering to his

of days passed, and Mark paid a

Cecilia and Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing

the door, suggesting they returned to

a sense of relief

“You can

nearby. Waylen delicately grasped

the baby arrives, I’ll show you what rudeness

accused him of being

time, he declared,

believed she couldn’t have a serious conversation with a

headed upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading for a

to the situation with

unexpectedly,

plan had

placed her hand on her belly, contemplating that she needed to

in any rush, but

Edwin were picked up in a sleek

occupied the seat in front of them. He spun around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with

gave a

the backseat, Mark appeared more at

no need to call me Mr. Evans anymore.