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

narrowed his eyes as he regarded Waylen. He hadn’t forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia’s behalf upon learning about what happened

grown

weight of his years, not as resilient to the ravages

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

he visited the scene where Cecilia was

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during her

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

looked at

“Zoey isn’t feeling

somewhat irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets, he forced a

are a few more deals

he was

couldn’t remain 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

her

perhaps next time, you

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter that you’re

appeared slightly

the

good condition. She had been trying to get herself

to see her

stood there quietly for a while before turning around

their desires. Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not

all

been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including

still walked

himself right before

She was taken aback.

hush fell over the bystanders

“I’ll be back

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

Then, Mark departed.

in place, delicately nibbling her crimson

endeavored to steer clear

return with

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

always obedient to Waylen. She made her way

ever, treated Cecilia with kindness, which

subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run

over

are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

a child needed to

a habit of spilling

her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have some fun with

downcast. Leonel was occupied with

be burdened with paperwork at such a young

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

Cecilia was speechless.

touched his little sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure

have the option to end your relationship with Mark. It’s okay if this issue bothers you. Your feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much

was aware

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her head to

you again later on, there will still be

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

showed his

and although she felt hurt, she had found a dependable

as a bit

stairs, catching sight

Rena might feel awkward. Even though she had

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

concluding his business,

his shirt buttons and retired

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

had invested considerable effort in caring for her skin. When viewed from

and enveloped her in a

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

in agreement. She tilted her head to receive his kiss and inquired between

into her pajamas

knack for playful teasing

his hand firmly. She wished to keep his hands

attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on

and gently

I be

out a soft

of the bed, inviting her to grasp

belly

third little one was

gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke

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

fingers

his touch unbearable. He was being deliberately

was light and

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

her passion ignited by

his striking good looks, it was

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

anger flared up, leading her to deliver a

hold of

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

spoke, the

was familiar with him and understood his powerful

face, she gently murmured, “Let’s

playfully charming Rena for a while, and with her

a deep,

surrendering to his

couple of days passed, and Mark paid

Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing Waylen

out the door, suggesting

watched their car drive away, a sense of relief washing

teased him, “You can

nearby. Waylen delicately

the baby arrives, I’ll

him

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

believed she couldn’t have a serious conversation with a rascal

upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading

to

but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother,

had

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

wasn’t in any rush, but Albert

and Edwin were picked up

expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be

a

appeared more at ease, his

there’s no need to call me Mr. Evans anymore.