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

forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into the fray in Czanch

time, Waylen had grown

the weight of his years, not as resilient to the

an ongoing conversation about it

Later, he visited the scene

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him

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

looked at

isn’t feeling well. I’ll head back to Czanch

hands buried

are a few more deals I need to

the message he

at his age, he needed to put in a lot of effort

made her soften her

on your way home. And perhaps next

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter

appeared

then, the photographer

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

disheartened to see her in

a while before turning around and

of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a high position and felt no obligation to secure

all to

a swell of emotion. A man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including her colleagues, partners, and

Mark still walked

himself

She was taken aback.

fell over the bystanders

Mark assured, “I’ll be back in a

gazing up at him. He tenderly brushed her hair and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older than you and don’t have

Then, Mark departed.

delicately nibbling her crimson

steer clear

Waylen made her return with just one

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

to Waylen. She made her way to

with kindness, which made Cecilia

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

stumbled over her

are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing into Waylen’s

was beyond what a child

a habit of

and

Leonel was occupied with

Leonel be burdened with

“You and Mark should take Edwin away promptly, or

Cecilia was speechless.

assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure the Thomas family regains that child, but Miss Wilson’s good name

sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he not

aware of

hesitation, Waylen drew her head

there will still be time for

up your relationship with him at this point, even I will

showed his softer side to

and although she felt hurt, she had found a dependable

he had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that Elva might be just like

stairs, catching sight

that Rena might feel awkward. Even though she had grown up,

She cast only a glance

the day, after concluding his business, Waylen stood up,

shirt buttons

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

her

and enveloped her in a warm hug

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

head to receive his kiss and inquired between tender

hand into her pajamas and gently started to caress

knack for playful teasing

She wished to keep his hands

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

and gently pushed him

I

let out a soft

of the bed, inviting her to

tender belly

third little one

and the other gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke in a

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

fingers

touch unbearable. He was

touch was light

against hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia is my sister, but

passion ignited by Waylen’s

striking good looks,

her hand, softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With

her to deliver a swift

hold of her

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

he spoke, the more

him and

she gently murmured,

and with her consent, he

her a

shut her eyes, surrendering to his affectionate

couple of days passed, and Mark

and Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing

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

watched their car drive away, a sense of

can be

no one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped

arrives, I’ll show you what

playfully accused him of being a

he declared,

a serious

some peaceful reading for

drifted to the situation with Albert’s

unexpectedly, Albert’s mother,

had to be

she needed to wait until the baby arrived before putting her plan

wasn’t in any rush, but Albert

up in a sleek black

occupied the 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.

gave a

Mark appeared more at ease,

need to call me Mr.