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

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

time, Waylen had grown more

his years, not as resilient to the ravages

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

Edwin. Later, he visited

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during

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 look up at

looked at each

isn’t feeling well. I’ll head back to

irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets, he forced

more deals I need

the message he was

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

her soften her

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

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter

eyes appeared

then, the photographer

trying to get herself right for

disheartened to see her

for a while before turning around and walking

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 felt no

forsaken all to choose

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 right before

She was taken aback.

the bystanders as

“I’ll be back in a few

and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older than you

Then, Mark departed.

delicately nibbling her

clear

made her return with just one

you care about your child? Listen, Cecilia, Rena is pregnant. It’s not fair to pass the kid

always obedient to Waylen. She

treated Cecilia with kindness,

was reclining on the sofa. With a subtle look, he asked

over

who are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing into

what a child needed

habit of spilling

bottom and remarked, “Go and have

Leonel was

Leonel be burdened with paperwork

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

Cecilia was speechless.

little sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him

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 his position to start

aware of

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest against

disappoint you again later on, there will still be time for you to deal with

a soft and heartfelt tone, Waylen added, “If you give up your relationship with him at this point, even I will feel sorry for you

always showed his softer side

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

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

the stairs, catching sight

awkward. Even though she had grown up, her bond

however, kept her thoughts to herself. She cast only a glance in Waylen’s

after concluding his business, Waylen stood up,

loosened his shirt buttons

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

invested considerable effort in caring for her

enveloped her in a warm hug from

her soft neck and murmured, “You have

head to receive his kiss and inquired between

hand into her pajamas and gently started to caress

had a knack for playful teasing

hand firmly. She wished to keep

attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and inquired, “Are you

blushed and gently

I

out a

her to the edge of the bed, inviting her to grasp it, and

tender belly swelled

third little one was on the

gently caressing

holds a special place in my heart, just like

fingers softly

touch unbearable. He was being deliberately

light

down, brushed his lips against hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia

felt her passion ignited

good looks, it was hard to

apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My

her to deliver a swift

he seized hold

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

he spoke, the

familiar with him and understood his powerful desire for

face, she gently murmured, “Let’s

been playfully charming Rena for a while, and with her

her a deep, passionate

shut her eyes, surrendering to his

passed, and Mark paid

hadn’t warmed up

two out the door, suggesting

their car drive away, a sense of relief washing

teased him, “You can

one nearby. Waylen delicately

arrives, I’ll

accused him of

time, he declared, “After

believed she couldn’t have a serious conversation

and enjoyed some

thoughts then drifted to the situation

was arranged, but unexpectedly,

had

that she needed to wait

rush, but Albert was

Edwin were picked up in a

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

gave a little

the backseat, Mark appeared more at

to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call me