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.”

had considered the possibility of looking after Cecilia indefinitely as the

regarded Waylen. He hadn’t forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia’s behalf upon learning about what happened between Cecilia and

grown

felt the weight 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

Edwin. Later, he visited the scene where Cecilia

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him

handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around

looked at each

“Zoey isn’t feeling well.

somewhat irritated. With his hands buried in his

few more

got the message he was trying to

at his age, he needed to put in a lot of effort to

her soften her

perhaps

Mark offered a smile.

me or Peter

appeared slightly

the photographer summoned

had been trying to get herself right for a while, especially when she applied eye drops to

see her

stood 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.

forsaken all to

swell of emotion. A man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including her colleagues, partners, and business

Mark still walked

positioned himself

She was taken aback.

fell over the bystanders as

tone, Mark assured, “I’ll be back

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

Then, Mark departed.

in place, delicately

to steer clear of

return

your child? Listen, Cecilia, Rena is pregnant. It’s not

Waylen. She made

with

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

stumbled over

you talking about?”

beyond what a child needed to

habit of spilling

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

downcast. Leonel was occupied with

awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such

away promptly, or else

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

Mark has sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he not stepped down, he might have risen even higher. Nevertheless, he forfeits his position to

aware

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest

disappoint you again later on, there will still be time

relationship with him at this point, even I

his softer side to

found a dependable pillar of support. She buried her face

as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling

stairs, catching sight of their

a tad bashful. Cecilia had concerns that Rena might feel awkward. Even though she had grown up, her bond

to herself. She cast only a glance in

the end of the day, after concluding his business, Waylen stood up, stretching

loosened his shirt buttons and retired to his

Rena donned her silky pajamas and settled in front of the dressing

effort in caring for her skin. When viewed from

enveloped her in a warm hug

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

kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly committed to assisting my uncle

pajamas and gently started to caress

teasing and never failed to arouse

firmly. She wished to keep his hands away from

attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and inquired, “Are you feeling a twinge of

and gently pushed him

I

out a

guided her to the edge of the bed, inviting her

belly

third little one

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

special place in my heart, just like Alexis and Elva. She’s a delicate

fingers softly across her

touch unbearable. He was being

light

and soothingly said, “Cecilia is

her passion

striking good looks, it was hard

cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My wife is the one I’LL share my bed

her

he seized hold

gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly is

more he spoke, the more he spiraled

him and understood

face, she gently murmured,

while, and with her consent, he wasn’t about to miss

gave her a deep, passionate

surrendering

days passed, and

Mark hadn’t warmed

the door, suggesting they returned

a sense of relief washing

him, “You can

nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin

baby arrives, I’ll show

playfully accused him of being

some time, he

believed she couldn’t have a serious

and enjoyed some peaceful reading for a

drifted to the situation with

unexpectedly, Albert’s mother, Helen,

plan had to be

her hand on her belly, contemplating that she needed to

rush, but

and Edwin were picked up in a sleek

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

gave a

Mark appeared more at ease, his

no need to call me Mr. Evans