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 first to jump into the fray in Czanch

Waylen had grown

however, felt the weight of his years, not as resilient to the

an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly, that would make Rena

morning to Edwin. Later, he visited

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during her

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

at each

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

his hands buried in his pockets,

more deals I

got the message he was

had already quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to put in a lot of effort to make a

realization made her soften

And perhaps next time, you might consider bringing

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter that you’re

appeared slightly

the photographer summoned

to get herself right for

disheartened to see her in such

while before

not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a high position and felt

all

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

still

himself right

She was taken aback.

fell over the bystanders

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

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 want to make you

Then, Mark departed.

place, delicately nibbling

clear of

return

Rena is pregnant. It’s not fair

always obedient to Waylen. She made her way to

Cecilia with kindness, which made Cecilia feel

sofa. With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him?

stumbled over her

about?”

what a child needed

had a habit of spilling

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

Leonel was occupied

be burdened with paperwork at such

confidently, “You and Mark should take Edwin away

Cecilia was speechless.

sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this

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

was aware of

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest against

there will

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

his softer

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

Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that

catching

might feel awkward. Even though

to herself. She cast only a glance in Waylen’s

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

shirt buttons and

silky pajamas and settled in front of the dressing

effort in caring for her skin.

in a warm

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

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

his hand into her pajamas and gently started to caress

had a knack for playful teasing and never failed to arouse

hand firmly. She wished

to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and inquired, “Are you feeling a twinge of

and gently pushed him

I

let out a

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

belly swelled

little one was

the other gently

heart, just

his fingers

touch unbearable.

was light and

laid her down, brushed his lips against hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia is my sister, but

passion ignited by Waylen’s

good looks, it

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

her to deliver a

he seized hold

“Your belly is so big, yet your legs have stayed

he spoke, the more he spiraled into

him and understood his powerful desire for

she gently murmured, “Let’s

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

her a

her eyes, surrendering to

days passed, and Mark

warmed up much, causing Waylen a bit

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

drive away, a sense of relief washing over

teased him, “You can

one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin

the baby arrives, I’ll

accused him

her leisurely. After some time, he declared, “After this

she couldn’t have a serious conversation with

enjoyed some peaceful

drifted to the situation with

unexpectedly, Albert’s mother,

plan had

that she needed to wait until the baby arrived before putting

any rush, but Albert

picked up

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

a little

Mark appeared more at ease, his

no need to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call me