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.”

had considered the possibility of looking

Waylen was the first to

time, Waylen had grown more

felt the weight of his years, not as resilient to

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

his morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the scene where

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him

attire and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5

looked at

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

was somewhat irritated. With his hands buried in

a few more

he was trying

quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he

made her soften

care on your way home. And perhaps next time, you might

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter that

eyes appeared

the photographer

wasn’t in a good condition. She had been trying to get herself right for a while,

to see her in

while before

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 secure a

had forsaken all

age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded

still

himself right before

She was taken aback.

hush fell over the bystanders as

Mark assured, “I’ll be back in a

hair and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older than you and don’t have much at the moment, I still want

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately nibbling

steer clear of

return with just one phone

about your child? Listen, Cecilia, Rena is pregnant. It’s not fair to

to Waylen. She made her way to the

treated Cecilia with kindness, which made Cecilia feel

subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him? How did your conversation

stumbled over

about?”

beyond what a child needed

a habit

her chubby bottom and remarked,

Leonel was occupied

awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at

should take Edwin away

Cecilia was speechless.

“I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure the Thomas family regains that child, but Miss

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

aware of

drew her head to rest

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

added, “If you give up your relationship with him at this point, even I will feel sorry for

always showed his softer side

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

Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a

stairs, catching

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

thoughts to herself. She cast

after concluding his business, Waylen

shirt buttons and retired

Rena donned her silky pajamas and settled in front of the dressing table to brush her flowing brown

caring for her skin. When viewed from behind, she

enveloped her in a warm hug

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

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

pajamas and gently

teasing and never

clutched his hand firmly. She wished to keep his hands

had been in a relationship for quite a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and inquired, “Are you feeling a

and gently

would I

out a

edge of the bed, inviting her to grasp

belly

one was

other gently caressing her

place in my heart, just like

fingers softly across her

found his touch unbearable. He

touch was light and

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

felt her passion

striking good looks, it

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

up, leading her to deliver a

seized hold of her

softly, his gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly is so big, yet your

he spoke, the more he spiraled

familiar with him and understood

she gently murmured,

been playfully charming Rena for a while, and with her consent, he wasn’t about to miss this

her a deep,

surrendering to his

of days passed, and Mark paid a

Cecilia and Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing

the door, suggesting they returned to

a sense of relief

can

no one nearby. Waylen delicately

I’ll show you

playfully accused him of

leisurely. After some time, he declared, “After this baby arrives,

she couldn’t have a serious conversation with a rascal

upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading for a

drifted to

unexpectedly, Albert’s

had

her belly, contemplating that she needed

in any rush, but Albert was getting

Edwin were picked up in a

them. He spun around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with you from now on, Edwin.

a little

the backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his smile

no need to call me