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

He hadn’t forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia’s behalf upon learning about what happened between

had grown more mature and

years, not as resilient to the ravages

conversation about

his morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during

stood around 5.5 feet in height,

looked at each

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

irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets,

few more deals I need

got the message he

Duefron indefinitely. He had already 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,

Mark offered a smile.

me or

eyes appeared

the photographer

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

was disheartened to see

quietly for a while before turning around and walking

of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a high position and felt no

forsaken all

so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many

still

himself right before

She was taken aback.

hush fell over the bystanders as they

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

brushed her hair and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older than you and don’t have much

Then, Mark departed.

in place, delicately nibbling her

clear of

return

about your child? Listen, Cecilia, Rena is pregnant.

Waylen. She made her way to

Cecilia with kindness, which made Cecilia feel

a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did

over her

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

was beyond what a child needed

had a habit

tapped Alexis on her chubby bottom and

Leonel was

awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such

away promptly, or

Cecilia was speechless.

touched his little sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure

Your feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much on your behalf. Had

was aware of

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her head

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

give up your relationship with him at this point,

always showed his softer side to

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

seen Cecilia as a bit

catching sight of

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

kept her thoughts to herself. She cast only a

his business,

his shirt buttons and

her shower, Rena donned her silky pajamas and settled in front of the

for her skin. When viewed from behind, she

enveloped her in a

neck and murmured, “You have such a

inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly committed to assisting

pajamas and gently

teasing and

hand firmly. She wished to keep

while. How could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He

and gently

I

let out

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

belly swelled

one was

other gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke in a

special place in my heart, just like Alexis and

traced his fingers softly

his touch unbearable. He

touch was light and

down, brushed his lips against hers, and soothingly said,

passion ignited by Waylen’s

good looks,

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

her

hold of

his gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly is so

spoke, the more he spiraled into

him and understood

gently murmured, “Let’s focus on the

had been playfully charming Rena for a while, and with her consent,

a deep, passionate

shut her eyes, surrendering to his affectionate

of days passed,

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

the door, suggesting they

away, a sense of relief washing

“You can be pretty

delicately grasped her chin and playfully jiggled

the baby arrives, I’ll

him of being

her leisurely. After some time, he declared,

she couldn’t have a serious conversation with

enjoyed some peaceful

then drifted to the

arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother,

had to

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

wasn’t in any rush,

were picked up in a sleek

expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with you from now on, Edwin. Does that

gave a

appeared more at ease, his smile

me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call