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 Cecilia indefinitely as the

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

grown more mature

the weight of his years,

because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might

morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the scene where

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during

stood around 5.5 feet in height,

looked at

“Zoey isn’t feeling well. I’ll head

hands buried in his pockets, he forced

more deals I

got the message he was

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

her soften

perhaps next

Mark offered a smile.

it me or

appeared slightly

then, the photographer summoned

a good condition. She had been trying to get herself right for a while, especially when she applied eye

disheartened to see her

there quietly for a while before turning around

the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a high position and felt no obligation to secure a girl’s

forsaken all

emotion. A man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly

Mark still

positioned himself right

She was taken aback.

the bystanders as they recognized

assured, “I’ll be back in

and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older than you

Then, Mark departed.

in place, delicately nibbling

steer clear

made her return with just one

Cecilia, Rena is pregnant. It’s not fair to pass the kid off

Waylen. She made her way

Cecilia with kindness,

look, he asked Cecilia, “Did

stumbled over her

about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

a

habit

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

felt downcast. Leonel was occupied with

Leonel be burdened with

confidently, “You and Mark should take Edwin away

Cecilia was speechless.

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

feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he not stepped down, he might

aware of

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

you again later on, there will still be time for you to deal with him

give up your relationship with him at this point,

always showed his softer side to

a dependable pillar

Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a

descended the stairs, catching sight

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

to herself. She

of the day, after concluding his business, Waylen

shirt buttons

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

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

her in

soft neck and murmured,

inquired between

hand into her pajamas and gently started to

a knack for playful teasing and never failed to

firmly. She wished to keep his hands away

Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear

blushed and gently pushed him

I be

out a

to the edge of the bed, inviting her to grasp

belly swelled

one

other gently caressing her

just

his fingers softly across her

touch unbearable.

touch was light

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

her passion

his striking good looks, it was hard to

the wife apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My wife

up, leading her to deliver a

seized hold of

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

more he spoke, the more he

him and understood his powerful

handsome face, she gently murmured,

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

her a

her eyes, surrendering to his affectionate

of days passed,

connection between Cecilia and Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing Waylen a bit of

door, suggesting they returned to their own

their car drive away, a sense of relief washing over

can

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

I’ll show

him

leisurely. After some time, he

have a serious conversation

enjoyed some

to

but unexpectedly,

plan had to be

placed her hand on her belly, contemplating that she needed to wait until the baby

in any rush, but Albert was

were picked up in a sleek black

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

a

more at ease,

need to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call