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

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

time, Waylen had grown more mature and

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

chose not to add more because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might

to Edwin. Later, he visited

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during

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

looked at

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

With his hands buried in his

a few more deals I

got the message he was trying to

job, and now, at his age, he needed

her

way home. And perhaps next time, you might consider bringing Peter

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter that you’re

appeared

the photographer

wasn’t in a good condition. She had been trying to get herself right for a while, especially when

disheartened to see her in

for a while

if they 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 high position and felt no obligation to secure

they had forsaken all to

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

still

positioned himself

She was taken aback.

over the bystanders as

gentle tone, Mark assured, “I’ll

brushed her hair and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older than you and don’t have much at the moment, I still want to make

Then, Mark departed.

in place, delicately nibbling

endeavored to steer clear

Waylen made her return with

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

always obedient to Waylen. She made her way to

as ever, treated Cecilia with kindness,

look, he asked Cecilia,

over

about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

what a

had a habit

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

felt downcast. Leonel was

Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such

Mark should take Edwin away promptly,

Cecilia was speechless.

sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure

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

aware

Waylen drew her head

you again later on, there will still be time for

and heartfelt tone, Waylen added, “If you give up your relationship

always showed his softer

she had found a dependable pillar of support.

as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling

the stairs, catching sight of their

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

She cast only a glance in

after concluding his

his shirt buttons and retired

Rena donned her silky pajamas and settled in front

considerable effort in caring for her skin. When viewed from behind, she

enveloped her in

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

her head to receive his kiss and inquired between

hand into her pajamas and gently

playful teasing and never failed to arouse

wished to

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

gently pushed

I

let out

of the bed, inviting her to grasp it, and

belly

one was on the

gently caressing

special place in my heart, just like Alexis and

traced his fingers softly

found his touch unbearable. He

was light and not nearly

her down, brushed his lips against hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia is my sister,

felt her passion ignited by Waylen’s

good looks, it

softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With a

her to deliver

seized hold of her

gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly is so big, yet your

he spoke, the

him and understood his powerful desire

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

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

her a deep, passionate

her eyes, surrendering to his affectionate

days passed, and Mark paid a

Cecilia and Mark hadn’t warmed up

nudged the two out the door, suggesting

a sense of relief

can be

no one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin and playfully

arrives, I’ll show you what rudeness

playfully accused him of being a

leisurely. After some time, he

couldn’t have a serious

and enjoyed some

drifted to the situation with

unexpectedly, Albert’s

plan had to be

gently placed her hand on her belly, contemplating that she needed to wait until

any rush, but Albert was getting

were picked up in a

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

gave a little

backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his

call me Mr.