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.”

of looking after Cecilia

eyes as he regarded Waylen. He hadn’t forgotten that Waylen was the first to

grown more

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

not to add more because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly, that would make

Later, he visited the scene where Cecilia was

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him

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

looked at

Mark began, “Zoey isn’t

irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets,

are a few more deals

got the message he was trying

job, and now, at his age, he needed to put in a lot

realization made her soften her

And perhaps next time, you

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter that

appeared

then, the photographer

had been trying to get herself right

see

quietly for a while

their desires. Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained

they had forsaken all to

have been so visibly

still walked

positioned himself

She was taken aback.

fell over the bystanders

Mark assured, “I’ll be back in a few

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

Then, Mark departed.

place, delicately nibbling her

to steer clear of

her return

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

She made her way to

with kindness, which made Cecilia

asked Cecilia, “Did you

stumbled over

about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

was beyond what a child needed

a habit

chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have some fun

downcast. Leonel was occupied with

“Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork

take Edwin away promptly, or else

Cecilia was speechless.

He gently touched his little sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure the Thomas family regains that child, but

okay if this issue 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

was aware

hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest

later on, there will

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

always showed his

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

her back. Deep down, he had always seen Cecilia as a bit

stairs, catching sight of

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

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

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

his shirt buttons and retired to

Rena donned her silky pajamas and settled in front of the dressing table

effort in caring for her skin. When viewed

approached and enveloped her in a warm hug from

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

nodded in agreement. She tilted her head to receive his kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly committed to assisting my

his hand into her pajamas and gently started

a knack for playful teasing and never

his hand firmly. She wished to

could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and inquired, “Are

and gently pushed him

would I be

out a

edge of the bed, inviting her to

belly

third little one

one hand on her waist and the other gently caressing

place in my heart, just like Alexis and Elva. She’s a delicate

his fingers softly across

touch unbearable. He

light and

hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia is my sister,

felt her passion ignited

good looks, it was

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

flared up, leading her

hold of

gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly is so

spoke, the more he spiraled into

and

face, she gently murmured, “Let’s focus

charming Rena for a while, and with her consent,

her a

surrendering to

days passed, and

warmed up much, causing Waylen a bit

out the door, suggesting they returned

car drive away, a sense of relief washing

him, “You can

was no one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin and playfully

the baby arrives, I’ll show

accused him

behind her leisurely. After some time, he

a serious conversation with a rascal

and enjoyed some peaceful reading for

then drifted to the situation with Albert’s

unexpectedly,

had to

her belly, contemplating that she needed to wait until

wasn’t in any rush, but Albert

up in a sleek black

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

a

the backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his

no need to call me