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.”

looking after Cecilia indefinitely

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

had grown more mature

of his years, not as resilient to

add more because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his

his morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him

and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5

at each

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

buried

few more deals

got the message he was

at his age, he needed to put

her soften

home. And perhaps next time,

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter that you’re

appeared

the photographer summoned

a good condition. She had been trying to get herself

to see

quietly for a while before turning

family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of

they had forsaken all to

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

Mark still

himself right

She was taken aback.

fell over the bystanders as they

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

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

Then, Mark departed.

delicately nibbling her

endeavored to steer clear of Mark

her return

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

to Waylen. She made her way to the

as ever, treated Cecilia with kindness,

a subtle look, he asked

over her

about?” Alexis questioned, climbing into

was beyond what a child needed

a habit of spilling

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

felt downcast. Leonel was

burdened with paperwork at such a

away promptly, or else I’ll

Cecilia was speechless.

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

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

aware

Waylen drew her head to rest

later on, there will still be

soft and heartfelt tone, Waylen added, “If you give up your relationship with him at this point, even I will feel sorry for you

showed his softer side

hurt, she had found a dependable pillar of support. She buried her face in his shoulder and wept

he had always seen Cecilia as a

catching sight

Rena might feel awkward. Even though she had

her thoughts to herself. She cast only a glance in Waylen’s

after concluding his business, Waylen stood up, stretching out

loosened his shirt buttons and retired to his

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

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

in a warm hug

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

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

pajamas

playful teasing and never failed

his hand firmly. She wished to

a relationship for quite a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear

and gently

I be

out a

guided her to the edge of the bed, inviting her to grasp it, and then he

belly swelled

little one was

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

in my heart, just like Alexis

his fingers softly across

found his touch unbearable. He was

light and not nearly

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

her passion ignited by

looks, it was

softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My wife is

up, leading her to deliver

he seized hold

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

he spoke, the more

was familiar with him and understood his

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

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

her a

shut her eyes, surrendering to his

of days passed, and

Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing Waylen

out the door, suggesting they returned to their

a

teased him, “You can be

was no one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin and playfully

baby arrives, I’ll show you

accused him of

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

couldn’t have a serious conversation with a rascal

headed upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading

then drifted to the situation with Albert’s

but unexpectedly,

plan had to

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

wasn’t in any rush, but Albert was

were picked up in a sleek black

occupied the seat in front of them. He spun around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with you from now on, Edwin. Does that make

gave a

appeared more at ease, his

call me Mr. Evans anymore.