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

to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia’s behalf upon learning

Waylen had grown more mature and

his years, not

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

Edwin. Later, he visited the scene where

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him

and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood

looked at

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

buried

a few more

he was trying

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

her

your way home. And perhaps next time, you might

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter that you’re

appeared

the photographer summoned

get herself right for a while, especially

to see

for a while before turning around

attain their 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

had forsaken all

swell of emotion. A man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many

still walked

himself right before

She was taken aback.

over the

gentle tone, Mark assured, “I’ll be

“Even though I’m older than you and don’t have much at the moment, I still

Then, Mark departed.

in place, delicately

steer clear of Mark that

her return with just one phone

is pregnant. It’s not fair to pass the

She made

with kindness, which made

With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia,

stumbled over

you talking about?” Alexis questioned,

what a child

a habit of spilling

on her chubby bottom and

felt downcast. Leonel

Leonel be burdened with

take Edwin away promptly, or else I’ll raise Edwin in the

Cecilia was speechless.

He gently touched his little sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll

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 forfeits his position to start

was aware of

hesitation, Waylen drew her

him an opportunity. Should he disappoint you again later on, there will still be time for you

relationship with him at this point,

always showed his softer

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

always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that Elva might be

stairs, catching

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

kept her thoughts to herself. She cast

after concluding his

his shirt buttons and retired to

pajamas and settled in front of the dressing table to

had invested considerable effort in caring for her skin. When

enveloped her in

his nose to her soft neck and murmured, “You have such a lovely

to receive his kiss and inquired

into her pajamas and gently started to

a knack for playful teasing and never failed to

his hand firmly. She wished to keep his

relationship for quite a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to her

and gently pushed

I be

out

her to the edge of the bed, inviting her

tender belly swelled

one was

and the other gently caressing

my heart, just like Alexis

fingers

unbearable.

touch was light and not nearly

against hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia

her passion ignited by

looks,

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

up, leading her to

he seized hold

gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly is so big, yet your

more he spoke, the more

him and understood his

face, she gently

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

gave her a deep, passionate

eyes, surrendering to

of days passed, and

connection between Cecilia and Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing

door, suggesting they returned to their

car drive away, a sense

“You can

one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin and playfully

arrives, I’ll show you what

playfully accused him

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

couldn’t have a serious conversation with a rascal like

enjoyed some peaceful reading

to

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

plan had to be

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

any rush, but Albert

picked up in a sleek

and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with

gave a little

appeared more

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