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.”

considered the possibility of looking after Cecilia

forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into

grown more mature

years, not

more because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly, that would

devoted his morning to Edwin. Later, he

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during her

and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height,

looked at

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

somewhat irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets, he forced

few more deals I need

he was trying

his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to put

her soften

care on your way home. And perhaps

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter that

appeared

the photographer

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

disheartened to see her in such a

quietly for a while before turning around

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

all to choose

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

Mark still

positioned himself right before

She was taken aback.

hush fell over the bystanders as they

Mark assured, “I’ll

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

Then, Mark departed.

delicately nibbling

steer clear of Mark

Waylen made her return

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

Waylen. She made her way

as ever, treated Cecilia with

asked Cecilia, “Did you run into

stumbled over her

you talking about?” Alexis questioned,

was beyond what a child needed to

had a habit

playfully tapped Alexis on her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and

Leonel was occupied

be burdened with paperwork at such

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

Cecilia was speechless.

whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure the Thomas family regains that

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 anew as

aware

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her head to

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

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

showed his softer

hurt, she had found a dependable pillar of support. She buried

back. Deep down, he had always seen Cecilia as a

descended the stairs, catching

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

thoughts to herself. She cast only

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

buttons and retired

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

invested considerable effort in caring for her skin. When viewed

in a warm hug

the tip of his nose to her soft neck and murmured, “You have such a lovely fragrance. Did you pick

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

hand into her pajamas and gently

a knack for playful teasing

hand firmly. She wished to

could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and inquired, “Are you feeling a twinge of

gently pushed

I

out a

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

belly swelled

third little one was on

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

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

traced his fingers softly

touch unbearable. He was being deliberately

light and not

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

felt her passion ignited by Waylen’s

good looks, it was

apart With a sly grin,

leading her to deliver

hold of her

it softly, his gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly is so

more he spoke, the more he

and understood his powerful desire for

she gently murmured,

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

her a deep, passionate

surrendering

couple of days passed, and

Mark hadn’t warmed

door, suggesting they returned

watched their car drive away, a sense

teased him, “You can be

Waylen delicately grasped her chin

the baby arrives, I’ll show you what rudeness

playfully accused him of being

time, he declared,

a serious conversation

and enjoyed some peaceful reading

drifted to the situation with Albert’s

but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother,

had to

gently placed her hand on her belly, contemplating that she needed

wasn’t in any rush, but

were picked up in a

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

gave a

the backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his

no need to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just