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.”

had considered the possibility of looking

was the first to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia’s behalf upon

had grown more mature and

however, felt the weight of his years, not as resilient to the

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

Later, he visited the scene where

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during her

in yesterday’s attire and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she still

at

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

With his hands buried in his

a few more deals I

got the message he was

had already quit his previous job, and now, at his

realization made her soften her

home. And perhaps next time,

Mark offered a smile.

me or Peter

eyes appeared slightly

then, the photographer summoned

a good condition. She had been trying to get herself right for a while, especially when she applied eye

disheartened to see

while before

were apart, they could each attain their desires. Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a

had forsaken all to choose each

felt a swell of emotion. A man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people,

Mark still walked

himself

She was taken aback.

hush fell over the

tone, Mark assured, “I’ll

uttered, “Even though I’m older than you and don’t have much at the moment, I still want

Then, Mark departed.

place, delicately nibbling her crimson

steer clear of

made her return with just one

Cecilia, Rena is pregnant.

to Waylen. She made her way

ever, treated Cecilia with kindness, which

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

stumbled over her

who are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing into Waylen’s

beyond what a child needed

habit of

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

felt downcast. Leonel was

“Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such a

away promptly, or else I’ll raise Edwin

Cecilia was speechless.

little sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in

relationship with Mark. It’s okay if this issue bothers 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 as an ordinary

aware

her head

him an opportunity. Should he disappoint you again later on, there will still be

up your relationship with him at this point, even I will feel sorry for

always showed his

had found a dependable pillar of support.

Deep down, he had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling

stairs, catching

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

kept her thoughts to herself. She cast

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

his shirt buttons and

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

considerable effort in caring for her skin.

approached and enveloped her in

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

kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly

into her pajamas and gently

playful teasing and

She wished to keep his hands away from

be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and inquired, “Are

blushed and gently pushed

would I be

out a soft

the bed, inviting her to grasp it, and then

belly swelled

little one

other gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke in

place in my heart, just

fingers softly across her

touch unbearable. He was

was light

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

passion ignited by

with his striking good looks, it

couldn’t resist extending her hand, softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With a sly grin,

her to deliver a

hold of her

and unreadable, “Your belly

the

him and understood his powerful desire

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

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

a deep,

eyes, surrendering to his

couple of days passed,

Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing Waylen a bit of

the door, suggesting they returned to their own

drive away, a sense of relief

“You can be pretty rude,

Waylen delicately grasped her chin

the baby arrives, I’ll show you what

him of

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

have a serious conversation with

some peaceful reading

then drifted to

but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother, Helen, became

had to be

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

wasn’t in any rush,

were picked up in a sleek

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

a little

more at

to call me Mr.