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

Waylen. He hadn’t forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into

Waylen had grown more mature and

the weight of his years, not as

conversation about

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

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during her

yesterday’s attire and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5

looked at

tone, Mark began, “Zoey isn’t feeling

somewhat irritated. With his hands buried

a few more deals I need to

message he was trying

already quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed

her soften her

And perhaps

Mark offered a smile.

me or Peter that you’re

appeared slightly

then, the photographer

to get herself

see her in such a

there quietly for a while before turning around

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

forsaken all to

at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including her

Mark still

himself right before

She was taken aback.

over the bystanders as they recognized

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

up at him. He tenderly brushed her hair and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older than you and don’t have much

Then, Mark departed.

place, delicately nibbling her crimson

clear of

return with just

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

She made her way to

with kindness,

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

stumbled over

talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

what a child

habit of

chubby bottom and

Leonel

burdened with paperwork at such a

away

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

you. 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

aware of

her head to

you again later on, there will still

tone, Waylen added, “If you give up your relationship with him

his softer side

she had found a dependable pillar of support. She buried her

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

catching

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

to herself. She cast only a glance

concluding his business, Waylen stood up,

his shirt buttons and retired to

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

invested considerable effort in caring for her skin. When

in a warm hug from

to her soft neck and murmured, “You have such a lovely

to receive his kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are

into her pajamas and gently started to caress

teasing and never failed

wished to keep his

not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and inquired, “Are you feeling

blushed and gently pushed him

would I

let out

edge of the bed, inviting her to grasp it, and

tender belly

one

the other gently caressing her belly,

just like Alexis

traced his fingers softly across

found his touch unbearable. He

light and not nearly

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

her passion ignited by Waylen’s

his striking good looks, it was hard to

the wife apart

leading her to deliver a

seized hold

belly is so big, yet your legs have

more he spoke, the more he spiraled

and understood

face, she gently

and with her consent,

her a deep, passionate

surrendering to

of days passed, and

warmed

the door,

car drive away, a sense of relief

can be pretty

Waylen delicately grasped her chin and playfully jiggled

I’ll

him of

some time, he declared, “After this

she couldn’t have a serious conversation with

enjoyed some

to

arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s

had to

belly, contemplating that she needed to wait until the baby arrived before putting her plan into

rush, but

and Edwin were picked up

cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with

a

the backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his smile

no need to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just