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.”

looking after Cecilia indefinitely

also 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

grown more mature and

weight of his years, not as resilient to the ravages

not to add more because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly, that would

his morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the scene

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him

and tall. Cecilia stood around

at

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

somewhat irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets, he forced a rueful

a few more deals I need

he

in Duefron indefinitely. He had already quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to put in a lot of effort to make a

made her soften

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

Mark offered a smile.

me or Peter

eyes appeared

then, the photographer summoned

been trying to get herself right for a

disheartened to see

there quietly for a while before turning around and

could each attain their desires. Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a

forsaken all to

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

still walked

himself

She was taken aback.

fell over the

“I’ll be back in a few

“Even though I’m older than you and don’t have

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately nibbling her crimson

to steer clear of Mark

Waylen made her return with just

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

to Waylen. She made her way to

as ever, treated Cecilia with kindness,

asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him? How

over

about?”

was beyond what a child needed to

had a habit of spilling

chubby bottom and

Leonel

“Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork

and Mark should take Edwin away promptly, or else I’ll raise Edwin in the same

Cecilia was speechless.

him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure the Thomas family regains

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

was aware

hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest against his

he disappoint you again later on, there will still be time

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

his softer side to

felt hurt, she had found a dependable pillar of support. She buried her face in his shoulder and wept

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

stairs, catching sight of their

that Rena might feel awkward. Even though she had grown

thoughts to herself. She cast

day, after concluding his

shirt buttons and retired to

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

caring for her skin.

and enveloped her in a warm hug from

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

and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly committed to assisting my

his hand into her pajamas and gently started to caress

teasing and never failed

She wished to keep his hands

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

gently pushed

would I be

let out

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

tender belly

little one

the other gently caressing her belly,

holds a special place in my heart, just like Alexis and

his fingers

found his touch unbearable. He was being

was light and not

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

her passion ignited

looks, it was hard to

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 I’LL share

up, leading her

seized hold

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

the

and understood his powerful desire for

gently

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

a

surrendering to his

couple of days passed, and Mark paid a

Mark hadn’t warmed up much,

two out the door, suggesting they returned

their car drive away, a sense of relief washing over

teased him, “You can be pretty rude,

nearby. Waylen delicately

the baby arrives, I’ll show you what

playfully accused him of being

leisurely. After some time, he declared, “After this

a serious conversation with

and enjoyed some peaceful reading for a

to the situation with

unexpectedly,

plan had to be

placed her hand on her belly, contemplating that she needed

any rush, but Albert was

up

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, Edwin. Does that make

a

appeared more at

no need to call me