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

his eyes as he regarded Waylen. He hadn’t forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into

time, Waylen had grown more mature and

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

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

morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the scene where Cecilia

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during her

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

looked at

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

With his hands buried in

more deals I need to

got the message he was

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

her soften her

And perhaps

Mark offered a smile.

it me or

appeared slightly

the

a good condition. She had been trying to get herself right for a

to see

a while before turning around and walking

she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a high position and felt

all

age shouldn’t have been so visibly

Mark still

positioned himself

She was taken aback.

over the

Mark assured, “I’ll be

silent, 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 her

endeavored to steer clear

made her return

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

to Waylen. She made her way to

Cecilia with kindness,

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

stumbled over her

who are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing into Waylen’s

what a child needed to

a habit

her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have

Leonel was

“Should Leonel be burdened

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

Cecilia was speechless.

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

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

aware of

drew her head to

on, there will

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

his

bond was strong, and although she felt hurt, she had found a dependable pillar of support. She buried her face in his shoulder and wept with

a bit naive. He had

stairs, catching

awkward. Even though she had grown up, her

kept her thoughts to herself. She cast only a glance in

concluding his business,

loosened his shirt buttons and

her silky pajamas and settled in front of the dressing table to

effort in caring for her

in a warm hug

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

head to receive his kiss and inquired between

his hand into her pajamas and gently started

had a knack for playful teasing

clutched his hand firmly. She wished to

to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and inquired,

and gently pushed

would I be

out

the bed, inviting her to grasp

belly

little one was on the

other gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke in a

a special place in my heart, just like

traced his fingers softly

unbearable. He

was light

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

passion ignited by Waylen’s

good looks, it was

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

up, leading her to deliver

he seized hold of her

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

more he spoke, the more he

with him and understood

handsome face, she gently murmured,

and with her consent, he

gave her a

eyes, surrendering to

of days passed, and Mark

Mark hadn’t warmed

two out the door, suggesting they

car drive away, a

him, “You can be

Waylen delicately grasped her chin and

I’ll show you

him

time, he declared, “After this baby arrives, we’re

serious conversation with a rascal

and enjoyed some peaceful reading for

thoughts then drifted to the situation

was arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother, Helen,

plan had to

her belly, contemplating that she needed to wait

in any rush, but Albert

Edwin were picked up in a

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

a

the backseat, Mark appeared more

no need to call me Mr. Evans anymore.