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 after Cecilia indefinitely as the

the first to jump into the

grown more mature

weight of his years, not as resilient to

an ongoing conversation about it might

Later, he visited the scene where

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during her

mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet

at

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

With his hands buried in his pockets, he forced

a few more deals I

the message he was trying

his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to put

realization made her soften

And perhaps next time, you might

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter that you’re

eyes appeared

the photographer summoned

to get herself right for a while, especially when she applied eye drops to

disheartened to see

a while

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 high position and

had forsaken all to choose

have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded

Mark still walked

positioned himself

She was taken aback.

the bystanders as they

assured, “I’ll be back in a

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

Then, Mark departed.

delicately nibbling

endeavored to steer clear of Mark that

her return

Listen, Cecilia, Rena is pregnant.

She

with kindness, which made Cecilia

sofa. With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him? How did your conversation

over

about?”

was beyond what a child needed

habit of spilling

playfully tapped Alexis on her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have some

Leonel

awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such a young

away promptly,

Cecilia was speechless.

gaze softened as 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 regains

sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he not stepped down, he might have risen even higher. Nevertheless, he forfeits his

aware of

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest

him an opportunity. Should he disappoint you again later on, there will still be

relationship with him at this point,

showed his softer

she had found a dependable pillar of support. She buried her face in his shoulder and

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

the stairs, catching sight of

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

to herself. She cast only a glance

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

his shirt buttons and retired to his

pajamas and settled in

her skin. When viewed from behind, she appeared

approached and enveloped her in

pressed the tip of his nose to her soft neck and murmured, “You have such a lovely

his kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly committed to assisting

his hand into her pajamas and gently

playful teasing and never failed to arouse

firmly. She wished to keep

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

gently pushed

I

let out a soft

edge of the bed, inviting her to grasp

belly swelled

little one

hand on her waist and the other gently caressing her belly,

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

his fingers softly across her

unbearable. He

was light and not nearly

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

felt her passion ignited by Waylen’s

looks,

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

her to deliver a

hold of her

his gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly

more he spoke, the more

and understood his

face, she gently murmured, “Let’s focus on the

playfully charming Rena for a while, and

gave her a deep, passionate

surrendering to

days passed, and Mark paid

connection between Cecilia and Mark hadn’t warmed up

out the door, suggesting

a

“You can be pretty

one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin and playfully jiggled

arrives, I’ll show you what

playfully accused him of

After some time, he declared, “After this baby

a serious conversation with

upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading for a

then drifted to the situation

arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother, Helen, became

plan had to

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

wasn’t in any rush, but Albert was

picked up in a sleek

expression 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

no need to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call