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

forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia’s behalf upon learning about

time, Waylen had grown more mature

years, not

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

morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during her

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

looked at

“Zoey isn’t feeling

buried

few more deals I

got the message he

remain in Duefron indefinitely. He had already quit his previous job, and now, at his

made her soften

way home. And perhaps next time,

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter

appeared slightly

then, the photographer summoned

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

see

for a while before turning around and

not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a high position and felt no obligation to secure a

they had forsaken all to choose

have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded

Mark still

positioned himself

She was taken aback.

fell over the bystanders as

gentle tone, Mark assured, “I’ll

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

Then, Mark departed.

in place, delicately

clear

Waylen made her return

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

obedient to Waylen. She made her way to the

Cecilia with kindness, which

on the sofa. With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you

stumbled over

who are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

what a child needed to

a habit

bottom and remarked, “Go

downcast. Leonel was occupied

Leonel be burdened with paperwork at

away promptly, or else I’ll raise

Cecilia was speechless.

he looked at Cecilia. 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

feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he not stepped down, he might have

was aware

her head

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

you give up your relationship with him at this point, even

his softer side

a dependable pillar of support. She buried her face

seen Cecilia as a bit naive.

the stairs, catching sight

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

however, kept her thoughts to herself. She cast only a glance

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

shirt buttons and retired to

silky pajamas and settled in front of the

considerable effort in caring for her skin. When viewed from behind, she appeared

her in a

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

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

pajamas and gently

teasing and never failed to arouse

She wished to keep his hands away from

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

and gently pushed him

would I be

let out a soft

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

belly

third little one

and the other gently caressing her belly,

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

fingers softly across her

found his touch unbearable. He

light and

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

her passion ignited

looks, it was hard to

sets the wife apart With a sly grin,

flared up, leading her to deliver

hold

it softly, his gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly is so

the more

was familiar with him and

she gently murmured, “Let’s focus on

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

a

shut her eyes, surrendering to his

of days passed, and Mark paid

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

out the door, suggesting they returned to their own

car drive away, a sense of relief washing over

him, “You can be

was no one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin and

baby arrives, I’ll show

him of being a

After some time, he declared, “After this baby

a serious conversation with a rascal like

and enjoyed some

then drifted to

but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother, Helen,

had to

on her belly, contemplating that she needed to

wasn’t in any rush, but

up in a sleek black

the seat in front of them. He spun around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans

a

more at ease,

me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call me