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 indefinitely as

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

time, Waylen had grown more mature

the weight of his years, not as

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.

him during her

and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she

at

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

his hands buried in his

more deals I need

message he was

He had already quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to put in

her soften

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

Mark offered a smile.

it me or

appeared slightly

then, the

a good condition. She had been trying to get herself right for a while,

see her

stood there quietly for a while before

if they were apart, they could each attain their desires. Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a

had forsaken all

have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including her colleagues,

Mark still

himself right before

She was taken aback.

over the bystanders as

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

“Even though I’m

Then, Mark departed.

place, delicately nibbling her

endeavored to steer clear

Waylen made her return with just one phone

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

always obedient to Waylen. She made

ever, treated Cecilia with kindness,

asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him? How

stumbled over her

who are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing into Waylen’s

what a child

a habit of spilling

bottom and remarked, “Go and have some fun

downcast. Leonel was occupied

Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such a

Mark should take Edwin away promptly, or else I’ll raise

Cecilia was speechless.

at Cecilia. He gently touched his little sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling

Mark. It’s 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 position to start anew as an ordinary

aware

Waylen drew her head to rest against his

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

you give up your relationship with

showed his

and although she felt hurt, she had found a dependable

had always seen Cecilia as a bit

descended the stairs, catching sight

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

kept her thoughts to herself. She cast only a

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

loosened his shirt buttons and retired to

Rena donned her silky pajamas and settled in front of the

her skin. When viewed from behind, she

in a warm hug from

the tip of his nose to her soft neck and murmured, “You

head to receive his kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you

her pajamas and gently

for playful teasing and never failed to arouse

his hand firmly. She wished to keep his

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

and gently

I be

let out a soft

her to the edge of the bed, inviting her to grasp it, and

tender belly swelled

little one

waist and the other gently caressing her

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

traced his fingers softly

touch unbearable. He was being deliberately

touch was light and not nearly

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

passion ignited by Waylen’s

striking good looks, it

resist extending her hand, softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart

her

seized hold

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

more he spoke, the more

and understood his powerful

gently murmured, “Let’s focus on

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

gave her a deep,

surrendering to his

days passed, and Mark paid a

Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing

out the door, suggesting they returned to

a sense of relief washing over

teased him, “You can be pretty

no one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her

baby arrives, I’ll show you what

playfully accused him of

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

she couldn’t have a serious conversation

headed upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading

then drifted to

but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother, Helen,

plan had to

her hand on her belly, contemplating that she needed to wait until the baby arrived

any rush, but

picked up in a sleek

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

gave a

the backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his smile

to call me Mr.