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.”

the possibility of looking after

his 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 what

grown more

years, not as resilient to the ravages of

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

his morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the scene where Cecilia was

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him

Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she still had to look up at

at

began, “Zoey isn’t

With his hands buried in his

a few more deals I need

the message he was trying

already quit his previous job, and now, at

made her soften

your way home. And perhaps next time, you

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter

appeared slightly

the

herself right for a while, especially when she applied eye

disheartened to see her in

for a while

desires. Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a high position and felt no

all to choose each

age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including her colleagues, partners, and business

Mark still walked

positioned himself

She was taken aback.

hush fell over the

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

I’m

Then, Mark departed.

in place, delicately nibbling her crimson

steer clear

made her return

pregnant. It’s not

She made her way to the

treated Cecilia with kindness, which made

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

over

talking about?”

what a

a habit

on her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have some fun with

felt downcast. Leonel was occupied

awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such

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

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 that child, but Miss Wilson’s good name

much on your behalf. Had

aware of

her head to rest

he disappoint you again later on, there will still be time for you to deal with

soft and heartfelt tone, Waylen added, “If you give up your relationship with him at

showed his softer side to

she had found a dependable pillar

as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that Elva

catching sight of

Cecilia had concerns that Rena might feel awkward. Even though she had grown up, her bond with Waylen remained very

She

concluding his business,

buttons and retired

in front of

for her skin. When viewed from behind, she appeared remarkably

in a warm

nose to her soft neck and murmured, “You

nodded in agreement. She tilted her head to receive his kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly committed to

her pajamas and gently started

playful teasing and never

She wished to keep his hands

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

blushed and gently

I

out a

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

belly swelled

third little one was on

hand on her waist and the other gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke in a raspy

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

fingers softly across

touch unbearable.

was light

lips against hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia is my sister, but you, my wife,

felt her passion ignited

with his striking good looks, it

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

her to deliver a swift

he seized hold

gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly is

spoke, the more

him and understood his powerful desire for

handsome face, she gently

playfully charming Rena for a while, and with her consent, he wasn’t about to

her a deep, passionate

eyes, surrendering

days passed, and

between Cecilia and Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing

two out the door, suggesting they

their car drive away, a

“You can

Waylen delicately grasped

baby arrives, I’ll

accused him of being

her leisurely. After some time, he declared, “After

serious conversation with a rascal

enjoyed some peaceful reading for a

drifted to the situation with Albert’s

but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother, Helen, became

had

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

in any rush, but

and Edwin were picked up 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 that

a

the backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his smile

to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just