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.”

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 more mature and

weight of his years, not as resilient to

conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly, that would make

his morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the scene

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during

was donned in yesterday’s attire and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she still had to look up at

looked at each

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

buried in his pockets, he forced a rueful

a few more deals I

got the message he was

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

realization made her soften her

perhaps next time, you might

Mark offered a smile.

me or

eyes appeared slightly

the

wasn’t in a good condition. She had been trying to get herself right for a

see

quietly for a while before turning around and walking

the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a high

had forsaken all

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

Mark still

positioned himself

She was taken aback.

over the bystanders as

Mark assured, “I’ll be back in a few

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.

delicately nibbling

steer clear of Mark

made her return with

Rena is pregnant. It’s not fair to

She made her way

ever, treated Cecilia with kindness, which made

asked Cecilia, “Did you run into

stumbled over

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

was beyond what a

a habit of

on her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and

downcast. Leonel was occupied

be burdened with paperwork at such a young

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

Cecilia was speechless.

touched his little sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling

much on

was aware of

her head to rest against

again later on, there will

“If you give up your relationship with him at this point, even I will feel sorry for

showed his softer side

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

her back. Deep down, he had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut

descended the stairs, catching sight

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

her thoughts to herself. She cast only

the day, after concluding his

buttons

her silky pajamas and settled in front of the dressing

invested considerable effort in caring for her skin. When viewed from behind, she appeared

and enveloped her in a

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

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

her pajamas

playful teasing and never failed

She wished to keep

be attuned to her feelings?

gently

I be

let out a

the edge of the bed, inviting her to grasp it, and

belly

third little one was on the

waist and the other gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke

heart, just

traced his fingers softly across her

his touch unbearable.

light and not

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

felt her passion ignited

good looks, it was hard

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

anger flared up, leading her to deliver

he seized hold of

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

spoke, the more

him and understood

handsome face, she gently

playfully charming Rena for a while, and with

gave her a deep, passionate

surrendering to his

couple of days passed, and Mark

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

door, suggesting they returned to their own

away, a sense of relief washing over

“You can be pretty

delicately grasped her chin and playfully

arrives, I’ll show

him of being a

After some time, he declared,

she couldn’t have a serious

some

drifted to the situation

arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s

had to

belly, contemplating that she needed to wait until the baby arrived before putting her plan

in any rush, but Albert

and Edwin were picked up in a

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

a little

the backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his smile

no need to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call me