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.”

the possibility of looking after Cecilia indefinitely as the

hadn’t forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia’s behalf upon learning about what

Waylen had grown more

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

an ongoing conversation

morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during

mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood

at each

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

his hands buried in his pockets, he forced a

are a few more

he was trying to

previous job, and now, at his age, he needed

her soften

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

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter that

eyes appeared slightly

then, the

been trying to get herself right for a while, especially when she applied eye

to see her in such

there quietly for a while

did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to

forsaken all to

have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including her colleagues,

still

positioned himself

She was taken aback.

the bystanders as

a gentle tone, Mark assured, “I’ll

gazing up at him. He tenderly brushed her hair and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older than you and

Then, Mark departed.

in place, delicately nibbling

endeavored to steer clear of

her return

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

was always obedient to Waylen. She

as ever, treated Cecilia with kindness, which

sofa. With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into

stumbled over

are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

was beyond what a child needed to

habit of spilling

on her chubby bottom and

Leonel was

asked awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at

Edwin away promptly, or else I’ll raise

Cecilia was speechless.

gaze softened 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 family regains that child, but Miss Wilson’s good

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

was aware

hesitation, Waylen drew her

Should he disappoint you again later on, there will still be time for you

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

his

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

as a bit naive.

stairs, catching sight of

feel awkward.

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

day, after concluding his

shirt buttons and retired to his

shower, Rena donned her silky pajamas and settled in front of the dressing table to brush her flowing brown

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

and enveloped her in a

nose to her soft neck and murmured, “You have such

inquired between tender moments,

pajamas and gently

for playful teasing and never failed

firmly. She wished to keep his hands

be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and

gently pushed him

I be

out a soft

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

tender belly swelled

little one was

the other gently caressing her belly,

special place in my heart, just like Alexis and Elva. She’s a delicate young

his fingers softly

his touch unbearable. He was being

was light

hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia

passion ignited by Waylen’s

good looks, it

sets the wife apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My wife is the one I’LL share my bed

anger flared up, leading her to

hold

unreadable, “Your belly is so big, yet your legs

he spoke, the more he spiraled

him and understood

handsome face, she gently

while, and with her consent, he wasn’t about to

her a deep, passionate

eyes, surrendering to

of days passed, and Mark

warmed up

the door, suggesting they returned to

car drive away, a sense of relief washing over

can be pretty rude,

delicately grasped her chin and playfully jiggled

I’ll show you

playfully accused him of

some time, he declared, “After this baby arrives,

serious

upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful

then drifted to

unexpectedly, Albert’s

had to be

she needed to wait until the baby

any rush,

and Edwin were picked up in

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.

a little

appeared more at

to call me