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

first to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia’s behalf upon learning about what happened between Cecilia

time, Waylen had grown more mature and

felt the weight of his years,

conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly, that

morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached 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

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

With his hands buried in his pockets, he forced a rueful

few more

got the message he was trying to

previous job, and now, at his age,

her soften

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

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter

eyes appeared slightly

the

good condition. She had been trying to get herself right for a while, especially when she applied eye drops

see her

for a while before turning around and

desires. Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him.

they had forsaken all to

have been so visibly emotional, especially

still walked

positioned himself

She was taken aback.

over the

assured, “I’ll be

silent, gazing up at him. He tenderly brushed her hair and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older than you and

Then, Mark departed.

place, delicately

clear of

return with just one

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

Waylen. She made her way to

ever, treated Cecilia with kindness,

a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him? How

stumbled over

who are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

what a child

habit of spilling

her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have some

downcast. Leonel was

burdened with paperwork

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

Cecilia was speechless.

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

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 his position to start anew as

was aware

hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest

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

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

always showed his softer side to

dependable pillar

seen Cecilia as a bit

catching sight of

Cecilia had concerns that Rena might feel awkward. Even

her thoughts to herself. She cast only

day, after concluding his business, Waylen stood

loosened his shirt buttons and retired to his

shower, Rena donned her silky pajamas and settled in front of

for her skin. When

approached and enveloped her in

neck and murmured, “You have such

inquired between tender moments,

into her pajamas

teasing and never

firmly. She wished to

to

and gently

would I

out a

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

tender belly

one was on the

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

holds a special place in my heart, just like

his fingers

found his touch unbearable. He was

light and

laid her down, brushed his lips against hers, and soothingly

her passion ignited by

his striking good looks, it

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

leading her to deliver a swift

hold of her

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

more he spoke, the more

familiar with him and understood his

handsome face, she gently murmured,

while, and with her

a deep, passionate

her eyes, surrendering to his affectionate

couple of days passed, and Mark paid a

hadn’t warmed up much, causing Waylen

the door,

car drive away, a sense of relief

him, “You can be pretty rude,

delicately grasped her chin and

baby arrives, I’ll

him of being a

he declared, “After this

believed she couldn’t have a serious conversation with a rascal like

enjoyed some peaceful reading for

to the situation with Albert’s

was arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother,

plan had to be

needed to

rush, but

were picked up

expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with you from now on, Edwin. Does that make you

gave a

the backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his smile

me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call me