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

first to

grown more

years, not as resilient

because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might

Edwin. Later, he

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during

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

at each

Mark began, “Zoey isn’t

With his hands buried in his pockets,

are a few more deals I need to

message he was

at his age, he needed to put in

made her soften her

on your way home. And perhaps next time,

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter that you’re

appeared slightly

the

herself right for a

disheartened to see her in such a

for a while

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

had forsaken all

of emotion. A man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly

still

positioned himself

She was taken aback.

the

Mark assured, “I’ll be back in a few

at 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

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately nibbling her

to steer clear of Mark

return

child? Listen, Cecilia, Rena is pregnant. It’s

She made her way to

Cecilia with kindness, which made

on the sofa. With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you

stumbled over

are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing into Waylen’s

beyond what a child needed

habit of spilling

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

Leonel was occupied

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

should take Edwin away promptly, or else I’ll raise Edwin in the

Cecilia was speechless.

him in handling this legal case. We’ll

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

was aware of

her head to rest

disappoint you again later on, there will still be time for

give up your relationship

always showed his softer

she had found a dependable pillar of support. She buried her face in

as a bit

stairs, catching sight of

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

She cast only a glance

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

shirt buttons and

her silky pajamas and settled in front of the dressing

her skin.

and enveloped her in a

nose to her soft neck and murmured, “You have such a lovely

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

pajamas and gently started to caress

had a knack for playful teasing and never failed to arouse

hand firmly. She wished to keep his hands

could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled

blushed and gently

I be

out a

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

belly

one

gently caressing her

in my heart, just like

his fingers softly across her

found his touch unbearable. He was being

was light

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

felt her passion ignited

striking good looks, it was

her hand, softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My wife is the one I’LL share my bed

anger flared up, leading her

seized hold of

his gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly is so

spoke, the more he spiraled

was familiar with him and

handsome face, she gently murmured,

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

gave her a

eyes, surrendering to his affectionate

passed, and Mark

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

door, suggesting they returned

car drive away, a sense

teased him, “You can be

was no one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin

the baby arrives, I’ll show you what rudeness

him of being a

some time, he declared, “After this

a serious conversation

some peaceful reading for a

to the situation with Albert’s

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

plan had to

placed her hand on her belly, contemplating that she needed to wait until the baby arrived

wasn’t in any rush, but Albert

and Edwin were picked up in a sleek black

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

gave a little

the backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his

to call me Mr. Evans