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

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

had grown more

years, not as resilient

that an ongoing conversation about it might

he visited

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during her

tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she

looked at each

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

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

are a few more deals I

the message he was

and now, at his age, he needed to put in a

her

your way home. And perhaps next time, you might

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter that you’re

appeared slightly

the photographer

a good condition. She had been trying to get herself right for a

disheartened to see

for a while before turning around

the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate

had forsaken all

his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional,

Mark still walked

himself right before

She was taken aback.

the bystanders as

gentle tone, Mark assured, “I’ll be

and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older than you and don’t have much

Then, Mark departed.

place, delicately nibbling

clear of Mark that

Waylen made her return with just one phone

Rena is pregnant. It’s

was always obedient to Waylen. She made her way to

with kindness, which made Cecilia feel

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

over

about?” Alexis

a

had a habit of

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

felt downcast. Leonel was occupied with

Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such

and Mark should take Edwin away promptly, or

Cecilia was speechless.

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

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

aware of

Waylen drew her

later on, there will still be time for you to deal

up your relationship with him at this point, even I

always showed his softer side to

although she felt hurt, she had found a dependable pillar of

a bit naive. He had a gut

stairs, catching sight

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

She cast only a glance

his business, Waylen stood up, stretching out

loosened his shirt buttons and

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

for her skin. When viewed from behind, she appeared

in a warm hug from

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

in agreement. She tilted her head to receive his kiss and inquired

slipped his hand into her pajamas and gently started to caress

playful teasing and never

his hand firmly. She wished to keep his hands

while. How could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and inquired, “Are you

blushed and gently pushed

would I

let out a soft

edge of the bed, inviting her

tender belly swelled

third little one

waist and the other gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke in

special place in my heart, just like Alexis

traced his fingers softly across her

touch unbearable. He was

touch was light and

hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia is

her passion ignited

his striking good looks, it

apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My

her to deliver

seized hold of her

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

the more he spiraled into

and understood his

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

had been playfully charming Rena for a while, and with her consent, he wasn’t

her a deep, passionate

her eyes, surrendering

passed, and

and Mark hadn’t warmed up much,

two out the door, suggesting they returned to their own

watched their car drive away, a sense of

can be pretty

nearby. Waylen delicately

arrives, I’ll show

accused him

some time, he declared, “After this baby arrives, we’re

couldn’t have a serious conversation

some peaceful reading for

thoughts then drifted to the situation with

but unexpectedly, Albert’s

plan had

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

in any rush,

were picked up in a sleek

expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with you from now on, Edwin.

a little

appeared more

need to call me Mr. Evans