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.”

looking after Cecilia

that Waylen was the first to jump into the

Waylen had grown more mature

years,

add more because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger.

Edwin. Later, he visited the scene where Cecilia was

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during her

donned in yesterday’s attire and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5

looked at

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

irritated. With his hands buried in

few more deals I need to

he was trying

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

realization made her soften her

your way home. And perhaps next time,

Mark offered a smile.

it me or

appeared slightly

then, the photographer

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

see her in

a while

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

all to choose each

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

still walked

positioned himself right

She was taken aback.

the

Mark assured, “I’ll be back in a

“Even though I’m older than you and don’t have

Then, Mark departed.

place, delicately

endeavored to steer clear of Mark that

her return with just one

child? Listen, Cecilia, Rena is pregnant. It’s not fair to pass the kid

obedient to Waylen. She made her way

treated Cecilia with kindness, which made Cecilia

reclining on the sofa. With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him? How did

over her

talking about?”

a child needed

had a habit of

her chubby bottom and

Leonel was occupied with

“Should Leonel be burdened with

and Mark should take Edwin away promptly, or else

Cecilia was speechless.

him in handling this legal case. We’ll

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

was aware

Waylen drew her head

there will still

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

his softer side

bond was strong, and although she felt hurt, she had found a dependable pillar of

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

stairs, catching

that Rena might feel awkward. Even though she

herself. She cast only a

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

buttons and retired

shower, Rena donned her silky pajamas and settled in front of the dressing table to brush her flowing brown

effort in caring for her skin.

her in a warm

and murmured, “You have such a lovely fragrance. Did you pick a different body

head to receive his kiss and inquired between

her pajamas and gently started

a knack for playful teasing and never failed to

his hand firmly. She wished to keep his hands

been in a relationship for quite a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely

gently

I be

out a soft

inviting her to grasp it, and then he carefully unbuttoned

belly swelled

little one was

gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke

my heart, just like Alexis

fingers softly across her

found his touch unbearable.

light

laid her down, brushed his lips against hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia is my sister, but you, my

her passion ignited by

looks, it was hard

“What sets the wife apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My wife is the one I’LL

flared up, leading her

he seized hold of

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

the more he spiraled into

with him and

his handsome face, she gently murmured, “Let’s

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

a deep,

surrendering to his

of days passed, and Mark

hadn’t warmed up much, causing

nudged the two out the door,

their car drive away, a sense of relief

can

Waylen delicately grasped her chin and playfully

arrives, I’ll

him of being

behind her leisurely. After some time, he declared, “After this baby arrives,

she couldn’t have a serious conversation

upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading for a

drifted to the

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

had to be

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

any rush, but Albert was getting

and Edwin were picked up

in front of them. He spun around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time

gave a little

more

to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just