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.”

of looking

first to jump into the

grown more

the weight of his years, not as resilient to the

an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly, that would make

Edwin. Later, he

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him

and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she still had to

at each

isn’t feeling

hands buried in his

few more deals I need to

he was trying to

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

made her

And perhaps next time, you might

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter that you’re

eyes appeared

the photographer summoned

trying to get herself right for a

was disheartened to see her in

there quietly for a while before turning

not need to demonstrate anything to

forsaken all to

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

still

himself right

She was taken aback.

over the bystanders as

assured, “I’ll

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 you

Then, Mark departed.

in place, delicately nibbling

to steer clear of Mark

made her return with

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

was always obedient to Waylen. She made her way

as ever, treated Cecilia with

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

over her

who are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

was beyond what a

a habit of

bottom and remarked, “Go

downcast. Leonel

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

take Edwin away promptly, or else I’ll raise Edwin in the

Cecilia was speechless.

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

end your 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

was aware

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest against

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

you give up your relationship with him at this point, even

always showed his softer side

dependable pillar of support. She

Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that Elva might be just

the stairs, catching sight of their

Rena might feel awkward. Even though she had grown up, her bond with Waylen remained very

herself. She

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

buttons

in front of the dressing table to

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

enveloped her in

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

kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly committed to assisting

pajamas and gently started to

knack for playful teasing and never failed to arouse

She wished to keep his hands

How could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely

blushed and gently pushed him

would I

let out a

the bed, inviting her to

belly

one

her waist and the other gently caressing her belly, Waylen

my heart, just like Alexis and

his fingers

touch unbearable. He was being

light and not nearly

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

felt her passion ignited by

good looks, it was hard

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

anger flared up, leading her to

seized hold of her

caressed it softly, his gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly

the

and understood his powerful desire

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

charming Rena for a while, and with her consent, he

gave her a deep, passionate

her eyes, surrendering to his

days passed, and Mark paid

Mark hadn’t warmed

door, suggesting they returned

car drive away, a sense of relief washing over

teased him, “You can be

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

I’ll

accused him of being

strolled behind her leisurely. After some time, he declared,

serious conversation with a rascal

headed upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading

then drifted to the situation

unexpectedly, Albert’s mother, Helen, became

plan had to be

on her belly, contemplating that she needed to wait until

rush, but

picked up in

of them. He spun around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans

a little

Mark appeared more at

call me