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

was the first to jump

time, Waylen had grown more

of his years, not as

worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly, that

his morning to Edwin. Later, he

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during

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

looked at

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

hands buried in his pockets,

few more deals

got the message he was trying to

He had already quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he

her soften her

home. And perhaps next time,

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter that

appeared

then, the photographer

get herself right for a while, especially when she applied

was disheartened to see her

there quietly for a while before turning around

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 obligation to

all to choose each

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

still

himself right before

She was taken aback.

fell over the bystanders as

a gentle tone, Mark assured, “I’ll be back

him. He tenderly brushed her hair and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older than you and don’t have much at the moment, I still want to make

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately nibbling her crimson

clear of Mark that

her return with just one

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

Waylen. She made her

as ever, treated Cecilia with kindness, which made

asked Cecilia, “Did you run into

stumbled over

who are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

beyond what a child needed

had a habit

on her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have some

downcast. Leonel was occupied

be burdened with paperwork at such a young

Mark should take Edwin away

Cecilia was speechless.

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 family regains that child,

the option to end your relationship with Mark. It’s okay if this issue bothers you. Your feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much

aware of

hesitation, Waylen drew her head

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

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

showed his softer side to

dependable pillar of support. She buried her face in his shoulder and wept

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

stairs, catching sight

feel awkward. Even though

She cast only

the day, after concluding his business, Waylen

his shirt buttons and retired to

settled in front of the dressing table

considerable effort in caring for her

approached and enveloped her in a warm hug from

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

tilted her head to receive his kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly

slipped his hand into her pajamas and gently

had a knack for playful teasing and never failed to

hand firmly. She wished to keep

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

and gently

I be

out a soft

to the edge of the bed, inviting her to grasp

tender belly

one

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

a special place in my heart, just

fingers softly across

found his touch unbearable. He

light

and soothingly said, “Cecilia is my sister, but you, my wife, you’re

passion ignited by Waylen’s

his striking good looks, it was

resist extending her hand, softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With a sly grin, Waylen

up, leading her to deliver a

he seized hold of

belly is so big, yet your legs have stayed

spoke, the more he spiraled

was familiar with him and understood

handsome face, she gently

while, and with

gave her a

her eyes, surrendering to his

days passed, and Mark paid a

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

nudged the two out the door, suggesting they returned to their own

watched their car drive away, a sense of relief washing over

can be pretty rude,

nearby. Waylen delicately

the baby arrives, I’ll show you what rudeness

him of

time, he declared, “After this baby arrives, we’re done having

believed she couldn’t have a serious conversation with a

enjoyed some peaceful reading

drifted to the situation with

unexpectedly,

plan had

she needed to wait until the baby arrived before putting

in any rush,

and Edwin were picked up

“Mr. Evans

a little

more at ease,

no need to call me Mr. Evans anymore.