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

the first to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia’s

time, Waylen had grown

weight of his years, not as

because he worried that an ongoing conversation

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

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during

was donned in yesterday’s attire and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she

at

soft tone, Mark began, “Zoey isn’t feeling well. I’ll

was somewhat irritated. With his hands buried in

a few more deals

message he

remain in Duefron indefinitely. He had already quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to put in a lot of

realization made her soften her

And perhaps next time, you might consider

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter that you’re

eyes appeared slightly

then, the

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

to see

while

the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need

they had forsaken all

man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including her colleagues, partners, and business

Mark still walked

positioned himself

She was taken aback.

hush fell over the bystanders as they recognized

tone, Mark assured, “I’ll be back in

up at him. He tenderly brushed her hair and softly uttered, “Even though I’m

Then, Mark departed.

delicately nibbling her

clear

return with just one

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

was always obedient to Waylen. She

Cecilia with kindness, which made

asked Cecilia, “Did you run into

over

about?”

a

had a habit of spilling

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

felt downcast. Leonel

asked awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such

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

Cecilia was speechless.

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 Miss

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

aware of

Waylen drew her head to rest

later on, there

up your relationship with

always showed his softer side

and although she felt hurt, she had found a dependable pillar of support.

Deep down, he had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that Elva

descended the stairs, catching sight

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

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

after concluding his business, Waylen stood up, stretching out

buttons and retired

silky pajamas and settled in front of the dressing table

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

approached and enveloped her in a warm hug

of his nose to her soft neck and murmured,

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

into her pajamas and gently

had a knack for playful teasing and never

clutched his hand firmly. She wished to keep his hands

be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear

blushed and gently pushed

would I be

let out a

bed, inviting her to grasp it, and then he carefully unbuttoned

tender belly swelled

one was

waist and the other gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke

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

traced his fingers softly across her

touch unbearable. He was being deliberately

was light and not nearly

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

her passion ignited by Waylen’s

striking good looks, it was hard

her hand, softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My

up, leading her to deliver a swift

hold of her

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

the more he spiraled into

familiar with him and

she gently murmured, “Let’s focus on

had been playfully charming Rena for a while, and with her consent,

her a deep,

eyes, surrendering to

passed, and

hadn’t warmed up much, causing

out the door, suggesting they

drive away, a

him, “You can be

one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin and playfully

arrives, I’ll show you what rudeness

playfully accused him of being a

her leisurely. After some time, he declared, “After this baby arrives, we’re done

have a serious conversation with a rascal

some peaceful reading for

to

but unexpectedly, Albert’s

plan had

belly, contemplating that she needed to

any rush,

and Edwin were picked up

and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with you from now on, Edwin. Does that make you

a

the backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his

to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call