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.”

the possibility of looking after Cecilia indefinitely as the worst-case

was the first to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia’s behalf upon learning about what happened

grown more

his years, not

conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly,

Later, he visited the

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during her

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

at each

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

irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets, he forced a rueful

a few more deals

the message he was trying

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

realization made her soften

care on your way home. And perhaps next time, you

Mark offered a smile.

me or Peter that

appeared

the photographer

condition. She had been trying to get herself right for a while, especially when she applied eye drops to her

disheartened to see

there quietly for a while

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

they had forsaken all to

have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including her colleagues, partners, and

still walked

positioned himself right before

She was taken aback.

fell over the bystanders as they recognized

tone, Mark assured, “I’ll

though I’m older than you and don’t have much at the moment, I still want to make you

Then, Mark departed.

place, delicately nibbling

to steer clear of Mark that

her return with

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

obedient to Waylen. She made her way to

Cecilia with kindness,

With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did

stumbled over

are you talking about?”

what a child

a habit of

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

downcast. Leonel was occupied

awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such a

stated confidently, “You and Mark should take Edwin away

Cecilia was speechless.

gently touched his little sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure the Thomas family regains that child, but Miss Wilson’s good name will

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

aware

drew her head to rest

later on, there will still be time for you

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

always showed his softer

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

down, he had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that Elva

catching sight of their

feel awkward. Even though she had grown up, her bond

her thoughts to herself. She cast only

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

shirt buttons and retired to

silky pajamas and settled in front of the dressing

had invested considerable effort in caring for her skin. When

enveloped her in a warm hug

soft neck and murmured, “You have such a

to receive his kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you

her pajamas and gently started to

a knack for playful teasing

firmly. She wished

be attuned to her feelings? He

gently pushed

would I be

let out a

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

tender belly swelled

little one

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

a special place in my heart, just like Alexis

his fingers softly

unbearable. He was

was light and not nearly

lips against hers, and soothingly said,

passion ignited by

striking good looks, it was hard

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

leading her to

seized hold

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

spoke, the more he spiraled

him and understood his

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

a while, and with her consent, he wasn’t about to

gave her a deep, passionate

surrendering to his

days passed, and

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

two out the door, suggesting they returned

car drive away, a sense of

“You can

nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin

baby arrives, I’ll show

accused him of being a

time, he declared, “After this

serious conversation with a rascal like

and enjoyed some peaceful

to the situation

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

plan had to

needed to wait until the baby arrived

rush, but

were picked up in a sleek

a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to

gave a little

more at ease,

need to call me Mr. Evans anymore.