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

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

had grown more mature and

weight of his years, not

ongoing conversation about it might trigger his

his morning to Edwin. Later, he visited

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during her

attire and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet

looked at each

a soft tone, Mark began, “Zoey isn’t feeling

his hands buried in his pockets, he forced a rueful

are a few more deals

got the message he

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

realization made her soften her

perhaps next

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter

appeared slightly

the

to get herself right for a while, especially when she applied eye

was disheartened to see her in such a

while before turning around and

desires. Being 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

they had forsaken all to choose each

A man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially

Mark still

himself

She was taken aback.

the bystanders

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

though I’m older than you and don’t

Then, Mark departed.

delicately nibbling her

steer clear

return

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

obedient to Waylen. She made her

Cecilia with kindness, which made

asked Cecilia, “Did you run into

stumbled over

who are you talking about?”

a child

habit of spilling

playfully tapped Alexis on her chubby bottom and remarked,

downcast. Leonel was occupied

be burdened with paperwork at such a young

and Mark should take Edwin away

Cecilia was speechless.

softened as he looked at Cecilia. He gently touched his little sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in

the option to 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

aware

hesitation, Waylen drew her head

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

you give up your relationship with him at this point,

showed his softer side

a dependable pillar of support. She buried her face in his shoulder and wept with

Cecilia as a bit

descended the stairs, catching

had concerns that Rena might feel awkward. Even though she had grown

thoughts to herself. She cast only a glance in Waylen’s

his business, Waylen stood up,

loosened his shirt buttons and retired

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

caring for her skin. When viewed from behind,

approached and enveloped her in

neck and murmured, “You have such a lovely fragrance. Did you pick a different body

and inquired between tender moments,

pajamas and gently started to

a knack for playful teasing and never failed to

wished to keep his hands away

for quite a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He

blushed and gently

I be

let out a soft

inviting her

belly swelled

third little one was on the

one hand on her waist and the other gently caressing her belly,

place in my heart, just like Alexis and

fingers softly across her

unbearable. He was being deliberately

was light and not nearly

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

felt her passion

good looks, it was

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

flared up, leading her

seized hold of her

belly is so big, yet your legs have

he spoke, the

with him and understood

gently murmured, “Let’s focus on the

Rena for a while, and with her consent, he wasn’t about

a deep,

surrendering to his

of days passed, and Mark

connection between Cecilia and Mark hadn’t warmed up

two out the door,

drive away, a sense

him, “You can

one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped

arrives, I’ll show you what rudeness

accused him of being

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

she couldn’t have a serious conversation with a rascal like

some peaceful reading for

drifted to the situation with

unexpectedly, Albert’s

plan had to be

belly, contemplating that she needed to wait until the baby

any rush, but Albert

up

expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans

a

more at ease, his

there’s no need to call me Mr. Evans anymore.