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 worst-case

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

Waylen had grown more

however, felt the weight of his years,

because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his

Later, he visited the scene

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during

and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she still had

at

tone, Mark began, “Zoey isn’t feeling

buried in his pockets, he forced

few more deals I

got the message he was

job, and now, at his age,

made her

perhaps next time,

Mark offered a smile.

me or Peter that you’re

eyes appeared slightly

the

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

was disheartened to see her in such

for a while before turning around and walking

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

all to choose

his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including her colleagues,

Mark still

himself right before

She was taken aback.

hush fell over the bystanders as

Mark assured, “I’ll be back in

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

clear of Mark

made her return with just

is pregnant. It’s not fair to pass the

Waylen. She made her way to the

ever, treated Cecilia with kindness, which made Cecilia

asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him? How

over

you talking about?”

a child needed to

a habit of

and remarked,

felt downcast. Leonel was occupied

“Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such

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

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 legal case. We’ll ensure the Thomas

has sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he not stepped down, he might have risen even higher.

aware

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest against his

opportunity. Should he disappoint you again later on, there will

soft and heartfelt tone, Waylen added, “If you give up your relationship with him at this point,

always showed his softer

dependable pillar of support.

gently patted her back. Deep down, he had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive.

the stairs, catching

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

however, kept her thoughts to herself. She cast only a glance

concluding his business, Waylen stood

buttons

and settled in front

caring for her skin.

in a warm

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

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

hand into her pajamas and gently started to caress

playful teasing and never failed

clutched his hand firmly. She wished to keep his

in a relationship for quite a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and inquired, “Are you feeling a twinge

blushed and gently

I

let out

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

tender belly swelled

third little one

hand on her waist and the other gently caressing

a special place in my heart, just like Alexis

traced his fingers softly across her

touch unbearable. He was

touch was light and not

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

felt her passion ignited by

striking good looks, it was

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

flared up, leading her to

seized hold

“Your belly is so big, yet your legs

he spoke, the more

with him and understood

handsome face, she gently murmured, “Let’s focus on the

and

her a

eyes, surrendering to

days passed, and Mark

and Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing Waylen a bit

door, suggesting they returned to

drive away, a sense of relief washing

“You can be pretty

one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her

arrives, I’ll show

him

time, he declared, “After this baby

couldn’t have a serious conversation with

headed upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading

to the situation with Albert’s

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

plan had

needed to wait until the

in any rush, but

picked up in a sleek

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

gave a little

the backseat, Mark appeared more at ease,

no need to call me Mr. Evans