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.”

the possibility of looking after Cecilia indefinitely as the

Waylen was the first to jump into the fray in

Waylen had grown more mature and

the weight of his years,

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

to Edwin. Later, he visited the scene

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him

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

at

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

was somewhat irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets, he forced a rueful

are a few more deals I need

got the message he was trying

and now, at

realization made her soften her

And perhaps next time,

Mark offered a smile.

me or

appeared

the

been trying to get herself right for

disheartened to see her in such

there quietly for a while before turning

did not need to demonstrate

they had forsaken all to

have been so visibly

still walked

positioned himself right before

She was taken aback.

over the bystanders as they

“I’ll

at him. He tenderly brushed her hair and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older than you and don’t have much at the moment, I still

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately nibbling

to steer clear

return with

pregnant.

obedient to Waylen. She made her way to the

treated Cecilia with

he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him? How

stumbled over her

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

a

a habit

her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have

felt downcast. Leonel was

burdened with

“You and Mark should take Edwin away promptly, or else I’ll raise Edwin

Cecilia was speechless.

gaze softened 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 Miss Wilson’s good name will

your relationship with Mark. It’s okay if this issue bothers you. Your feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much

was aware

Waylen drew her head to

again later on, there will still be time

your relationship with him at this point,

his softer

was strong, and although she felt hurt, she had found a dependable pillar of support. She buried

he had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that

stairs, catching

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

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

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

loosened his shirt buttons and

her shower, Rena donned her silky pajamas and settled in front of

caring for her skin. When viewed from behind,

enveloped her in

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

inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly committed to

her pajamas and gently

playful teasing and never failed to

firmly. She wished to keep his hands away from

be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and inquired, “Are you

and gently

I be

out

the bed, inviting her to grasp

belly swelled

one was on

the other gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke in

in my heart, just like Alexis

fingers

unbearable. He was being deliberately

light and

hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia is my sister, but

passion

with his striking good looks, it

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

flared up, leading her to deliver a swift

hold of her

“Your belly is

he spoke, the

him and understood

she gently murmured, “Let’s focus on

Rena for a while, and with her

gave her a

her eyes, surrendering to his

passed, and Mark

hadn’t warmed

the door, suggesting they returned to their own

drive away, a sense of relief washing over

him, “You can be pretty

no one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin and

arrives, I’ll show you what

him of being a

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

couldn’t have a serious

some peaceful reading for

to the situation

unexpectedly, Albert’s mother, Helen,

had

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

rush,

Edwin were picked up in a

expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with you from now on, Edwin. Does that make

a little

Mark appeared more at ease,

to call me Mr.