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

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

time, Waylen had grown

of his years, not as resilient to the ravages of

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

Later, he visited the scene where Cecilia was

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during her

donned in yesterday’s attire and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she still had to look up at

looked at

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

hands buried in his pockets, he

are a few more deals I need

the message he was

remain in Duefron indefinitely. He had already quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to put in a lot of effort

realization made her soften her

And perhaps next time, you might

Mark offered a smile.

me or Peter that

appeared slightly

then, the photographer summoned

been trying to get herself right for a while,

see her

there quietly for a while before

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

they had forsaken all to

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

still walked

himself

She was taken aback.

over the bystanders

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

Then, Mark departed.

in place, delicately

endeavored to steer clear

made her return

is pregnant.

to Waylen. She made her

Cecilia with kindness, which made

reclining on the sofa. With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did

over her

talking about?” Alexis questioned,

what a child

had a habit

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

downcast. Leonel

be burdened with paperwork

take Edwin away

Cecilia was speechless.

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

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

aware of

her head

on, there will

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

always showed his

dependable pillar of support. She buried her face in his

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

the stairs, catching sight of their

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

thoughts to herself. She cast only a

of the day, after concluding his business, Waylen stood

loosened his shirt buttons and retired

and settled in front

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

in

tip of his nose to her soft neck and murmured, “You have

in agreement. She tilted her head to receive his kiss and inquired between

pajamas and

a knack for playful teasing and never

clutched his hand firmly. She wished to keep his hands away

had been in 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

blushed and gently pushed him

I

let out

the bed, inviting her to grasp it, and then

tender belly

little one

one hand on her waist and the other gently caressing

heart, just like Alexis

traced his fingers softly across her

his touch unbearable. He was being

touch was light and

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

felt her passion ignited by

with his striking good looks, it was

couldn’t resist extending her hand, softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What 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 deliver

seized hold of

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

he spoke, the more he spiraled

with him and understood his powerful desire

she gently murmured, “Let’s focus

a while, and with her

a deep,

surrendering

couple of days passed, and Mark

and Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing

two out the door, suggesting they returned to

their car drive away, a

him, “You can

Waylen delicately

arrives, I’ll show

playfully accused him of

some time, he declared, “After this

have a serious

headed upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading for

thoughts then drifted to the situation with Albert’s

was arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother,

had to

that she needed to

rush, but Albert was getting

and Edwin were picked up in a

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

a

backseat, Mark appeared more at

need to call me Mr. Evans anymore.