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

also narrowed his eyes as he regarded Waylen. He hadn’t forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into

grown more

weight of his years, not as resilient to the ravages of

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

his morning to Edwin. Later, he

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during

handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around

looked at each

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

his hands buried in his pockets, he forced

a few more deals I

message he was

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

her

perhaps next time, you might consider bringing Peter

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter that

appeared slightly

then, the photographer

wasn’t in a good condition. She had been trying to get herself right for a while, especially when she applied eye drops to her

disheartened to see her in such a

there quietly for a while before turning around and

they could each attain their desires. Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything

had forsaken all to choose each

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

Mark still

positioned himself right

She was taken aback.

the bystanders

Mark assured, “I’ll be back in

silent, gazing up 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,

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately

clear of Mark that

her return with just one phone

pregnant. It’s not fair to pass the

was always obedient to Waylen. She made her way to the

ever, treated Cecilia with kindness, which made Cecilia

look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him?

stumbled over

talking about?” Alexis

was beyond what a child needed to

a habit

bottom and remarked,

felt downcast. Leonel was

burdened with paperwork at such a young

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

Cecilia was speechless.

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

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 an ordinary

was aware of

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her head

Should he disappoint you again later on, there will still be time for you to deal with

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

showed his softer

she felt hurt, she had found a dependable

gently patted her back. Deep down, he had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that Elva might be

descended the stairs, catching sight

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

to herself. She cast only a glance in

the day, after concluding his business,

his shirt buttons

pajamas and settled in

for her

and enveloped her in a warm hug

and murmured, “You have such a lovely fragrance. Did

her head to receive his kiss and inquired

pajamas and gently started to

had a knack for playful teasing and never

She wished to keep his hands

a relationship for quite a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and

blushed and gently

would I

let out a soft

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

tender belly swelled

one was

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

heart, just like

fingers softly

found his touch unbearable.

touch was light and not nearly

lips against hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia is my sister, but you,

felt her passion ignited by Waylen’s

striking good looks, it was hard to

his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With a sly grin,

up, leading her to deliver a

hold

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

more he spoke, the more he

with him and understood

she gently murmured, “Let’s

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

gave her a deep, passionate

surrendering

couple of days passed,

Mark hadn’t warmed

out the door, suggesting they returned to their own

their car drive away, a

can be

no one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her

the baby arrives, I’ll

him of being a

he declared, “After this

couldn’t have a serious conversation with a rascal

and enjoyed some peaceful reading

drifted to the

arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s

had to be

that she needed to

rush, but Albert

Edwin were picked up in a sleek black

“Mr. Evans will have more time to be with you from

a

backseat, Mark appeared more at ease,

me