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

to jump into the fray in Czanch on

grown more mature

weight of his years,

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

Later, he visited the scene

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during her

attire and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she still had to look up

at each

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

was somewhat irritated. With his hands buried in

a few more

message he was trying

in Duefron indefinitely. He had already quit his previous job, and now, at his

realization made her soften

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

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter that

appeared

then, the photographer summoned

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

to see

for a while before turning around

if they 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

forsaken all to

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

Mark still walked

himself right before

She was taken aback.

over the bystanders as they recognized

Mark assured, “I’ll be back in

“Even though I’m older than you and don’t have much at the moment, I still want to make you

Then, Mark departed.

place, delicately nibbling

to steer clear of

return with just one phone

Rena is pregnant. It’s not fair to pass the

was always obedient to Waylen. She made her

ever, treated Cecilia with kindness,

asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him? How did your

stumbled over

who are you talking about?” Alexis

beyond what a child

habit of

playfully tapped Alexis on her chubby bottom and

felt downcast. Leonel was occupied with

awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened

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

Cecilia was speechless.

him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure

relationship with Mark. It’s okay if this issue bothers you. Your feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he

was aware of

her head to rest against his

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

your relationship with him at this point, even I will feel sorry for

showed his softer side to

had found a dependable pillar of

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

the stairs, catching

felt a tad bashful. Cecilia had concerns that Rena might feel awkward. Even though she had grown up,

to herself. She cast

of the day, after concluding his business, Waylen stood up, stretching out

his shirt buttons

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

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

and enveloped her in a warm

the tip of his nose to her soft neck and murmured,

kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly

her pajamas and

teasing and never failed to arouse

hand firmly. She wished to keep

quite a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on

and gently

I be

let out

to the edge of the bed, inviting her to

belly

third little one was

the other gently caressing her belly, Waylen

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

his fingers softly across

touch unbearable.

light and

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

felt her passion ignited by Waylen’s

good looks, it

couldn’t resist 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

up, leading her

hold of

and unreadable, “Your belly is so big, yet your legs

spoke, the more he

him and understood

face, she gently murmured, “Let’s focus

a while, and

gave her a deep, passionate

shut her eyes, surrendering to

days passed, and Mark paid

Cecilia and Mark hadn’t warmed

nudged the two out the door, suggesting they returned to

a sense of relief

“You can

no one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin and

arrives, I’ll show

accused him of being a

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

serious conversation with a rascal

headed upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful

drifted to the

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

had

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

any rush, but Albert was

were picked up in

of them. He spun around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with you from now on, Edwin.

gave a little

appeared more at ease, his

to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call me