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.”

possibility of looking after

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

grown more

of his years, not as resilient to

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

Edwin. Later, he visited the scene where Cecilia

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during

Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she still

looked at

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

irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets,

few more

he was trying to

quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to put in a lot of effort to

her soften

care on your way home. And perhaps next time, you might consider

Mark offered a smile.

me or Peter that you’re

appeared slightly

the photographer

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

disheartened to see

there quietly for a while before turning around and walking

attain their desires. Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate

had forsaken all to

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

Mark still

positioned himself right before

She was taken aback.

fell over the bystanders

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

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

Then, Mark departed.

delicately nibbling her

steer clear of Mark that

her return with just one

Rena is pregnant. It’s not fair to pass the

Waylen. She made her way to

with kindness,

sofa. With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him? How did your conversation

stumbled over

about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

was beyond what a child

a habit of

her chubby bottom and

downcast. Leonel was occupied

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

and Mark should take Edwin away promptly, or else I’ll raise

Cecilia was speechless.

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 name

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

aware of

hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest against

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

added, “If you give up your relationship with him

showed his softer side to

although she felt hurt, she had found a dependable pillar of support. She buried her face in

had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that Elva might

the stairs, catching sight

concerns that Rena might feel awkward.

She cast only a

the day, after concluding his business, Waylen stood

buttons and retired to

pajamas and settled in front of the dressing

in caring for her

her in a warm hug

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

his kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are

pajamas and gently

teasing and never failed to

firmly. She wished

for quite a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to

gently

would I

let out

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

tender belly

third little one was on

the other gently caressing her belly, Waylen

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

traced his fingers softly across

his touch unbearable. He

was light and

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

passion ignited by

good looks,

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

flared up, leading her to deliver

he seized hold

unreadable, “Your belly is so

spoke, the more he spiraled

and

she gently

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

a

surrendering to

of days passed, and Mark paid a

Cecilia and Mark hadn’t warmed up much,

nudged the two out the door, suggesting they returned to their own

away, a sense of relief washing

teased him, “You can be pretty rude,

no one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin

baby arrives, I’ll show you

playfully accused him

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

couldn’t have a serious conversation with a

and enjoyed some peaceful reading for

to the

unexpectedly,

had to be

that she needed to wait until the baby arrived before putting her

any rush, but Albert

Edwin were picked up

a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with you from now on, Edwin.

a little

the backseat, Mark appeared more

there’s no need to call me