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

eyes as he regarded Waylen. He hadn’t forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia’s

grown more

his years, not as resilient to the

he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger.

to Edwin. Later, he visited the scene

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during her

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

looked at

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

his hands buried in his

a few more

got the message he was trying to

and now, at

made her

care on your way home. And perhaps next time,

Mark offered a smile.

me or Peter that you’re

eyes appeared slightly

then, the photographer summoned

had been trying to get herself right

to see her in

a while before turning

Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a high

they had forsaken all to choose

swell of emotion. A man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by

still walked

positioned himself right

She was taken aback.

over the bystanders as they

“I’ll be back in a few

remained silent, gazing up at him. 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.

delicately

endeavored to steer clear

made her return with just one phone

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

to Waylen. She made her way

treated Cecilia with kindness, which

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

over her

talking about?” Alexis

a child needed to

had a habit

chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have

felt downcast. Leonel was occupied

“Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such

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

Cecilia was speechless.

whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure the Thomas family regains that child, but

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

aware of

Waylen drew her head to rest against

you again later on, there will

heartfelt tone, Waylen added, “If you give up your relationship with him at this point, even I will

always showed his

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

he had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that Elva might

stairs, catching

Rena might feel awkward. Even though she had grown up, her

thoughts to herself. She cast only a

after concluding his business, Waylen stood

his shirt buttons and retired

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

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

her in a warm hug from

to her soft neck and murmured, “You have such a lovely fragrance. Did you pick a

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

pajamas and gently started to

for playful teasing and never failed

his hand firmly. She wished to keep his

a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to

blushed and gently pushed

would I

out

inviting

belly swelled

one was on

one hand on her waist and the other gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke in

place in my heart, just

traced his fingers softly

found his touch unbearable. He was being

light and not

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

felt her passion ignited

with his striking good looks,

apart With a sly

leading her to deliver

he seized hold

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

spoke, the

was familiar with him and understood his powerful

face, she gently

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

her a deep,

shut her eyes, surrendering to

days passed,

Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing Waylen a bit

the two out the door, suggesting they returned to their own

a sense of relief washing

teased him, “You can be pretty rude,

nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin

baby arrives, I’ll show you

him of

he declared, “After this baby arrives, we’re

have a serious conversation with a rascal like

upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading for

drifted to the situation

but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother, Helen,

had to be

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

in any rush, but Albert

were picked up in a sleek black

them. He spun around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be

a little

Mark appeared more at ease, his smile

me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call me