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 after Cecilia indefinitely as

the first to jump into the

Waylen had grown more mature and

years, not as

that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More

Later, he visited the

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during

mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5

looked at each

Mark began, “Zoey isn’t feeling well.

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

a few more deals I need to

message he

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

realization made her soften

home. And perhaps next time,

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter

eyes appeared slightly

the photographer summoned

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

was disheartened to see her in such

a while before turning around and walking

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

all

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

Mark still walked

himself right

She was taken aback.

over the

Mark assured, “I’ll be back in a

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

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately

clear of Mark that

Waylen made her return with just one

child? Listen, Cecilia, Rena is pregnant. It’s not fair to pass the kid off

Waylen. She

Cecilia with kindness, which

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

over

talking about?” Alexis questioned,

what a child needed to

a habit

tapped Alexis on her chubby bottom and

felt downcast. Leonel

asked awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such

take Edwin away promptly, or else

Cecilia was speechless.

whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure the Thomas family regains that child, but Miss Wilson’s

with Mark. It’s okay if this issue bothers you. Your feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much

was aware of

hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest

he disappoint you again later on, there

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

his softer

a dependable pillar of support. She buried her face in his shoulder and wept with

back. Deep down, he had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive.

the stairs, catching sight of

had concerns that Rena might feel awkward. Even though she had grown up, her bond

her thoughts to herself. She cast only a glance in

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

loosened his shirt buttons and

in

considerable effort in caring for her skin. When viewed

her in a

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

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

hand into her pajamas and gently started to caress

had a knack for playful teasing and never failed to arouse

his hand firmly. She wished to keep

How could Waylen not be attuned to

gently pushed him

I

let out

the bed, inviting her to grasp it,

belly swelled

third little one

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

my heart, just like

fingers softly across her

found his touch unbearable. He was being

light and not

and soothingly said, “Cecilia is my sister, but

felt her passion ignited by Waylen’s

looks, it was hard to

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

leading her to deliver a swift

seized hold of

caressed it softly, his gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly is so big, yet your legs

spoke, the more

was familiar with him and understood his powerful desire

his handsome face, she gently

Rena for a while, and with her consent, he

gave her a deep, passionate

shut her eyes, surrendering

couple of days passed, and Mark paid a

Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing

nudged the two out the door, suggesting they

away, a sense of

him, “You can be pretty rude,

delicately grasped her chin and playfully jiggled

the baby arrives, I’ll show

him of being

behind her leisurely. After some time, he declared, “After this baby

have a serious conversation with a

and enjoyed some

then drifted to the

unexpectedly, Albert’s

had to be

she needed to wait until the

in any rush,

Edwin were picked up in a sleek black

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

gave a little

more at ease,

me Mr. Evans anymore. Just