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.”

the possibility of looking

hadn’t forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into the fray in Czanch on

time, Waylen had grown more

his years, not as resilient

add more because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More

Edwin. Later, he visited the scene where Cecilia

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during her

Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she

at each

isn’t feeling well.

somewhat irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets,

more deals I need to

got the message he

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

made her

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

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter that

eyes appeared

then, the photographer

to get herself right for

to see her in such

there quietly for a while before turning around and walking

family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be

all

emotion. A man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional,

still walked

himself right

She was taken aback.

the bystanders as they recognized

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

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.

place, delicately

to steer clear of Mark

made her return with just

you care about your child? Listen, Cecilia, Rena is pregnant. It’s

She made her way to the

ever, treated Cecilia with

sofa. With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into

stumbled over her

you talking about?”

a

a habit of spilling

her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have some

downcast. Leonel

Leonel be burdened with paperwork at

away promptly, or else I’ll raise Edwin

Cecilia was speechless.

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

bothers you. Your feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much on your

aware of

her head to rest against his

there will still be time

added, “If you give up your relationship with him at this point, even

his softer side to

dependable pillar of support. She buried her face in his shoulder and wept with

seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling

descended the stairs, catching

tad bashful. Cecilia had concerns that Rena might feel awkward.

herself. She

his business, Waylen stood

buttons and

in

for her skin. When

approached and enveloped her in a warm

tip of his nose to her soft neck and murmured, “You have such a lovely fragrance. Did you pick a different

and inquired

into her pajamas and gently

had a knack for playful teasing and never failed

clutched his hand firmly. She wished to keep his

attuned to her

blushed and gently pushed

would I

out a

edge of the bed, inviting

tender belly swelled

third little one was on the

and the other gently caressing her belly,

heart, just like Alexis and Elva.

his fingers

found his touch unbearable. He was being deliberately

was light

soothingly said, “Cecilia

felt her passion ignited

striking good looks, it was

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

flared up, leading her

he seized hold of

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

the

him and understood his powerful desire

gently murmured, “Let’s focus on the

while, and with

gave her a deep, passionate

eyes, surrendering to

days passed, and Mark paid

and Mark hadn’t warmed

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

their car drive away, a sense of

teased him, “You can

Waylen delicately grasped her chin and

arrives, I’ll show you

accused him of being

he declared, “After this baby arrives,

have a serious conversation

upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading for a

then drifted to

was arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother,

had to be

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

wasn’t in any rush, but

picked up in a

“Mr. Evans will have more time to be with you from now on, Edwin.

a little

the backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his

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