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 as the

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

time, Waylen had grown more mature and

years, not as resilient to

conversation about it might trigger his anger.

morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the scene where Cecilia was

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during

and tall. Cecilia stood around

looked at

began, “Zoey isn’t feeling well.

his hands buried in

are a few more deals I need to

got the message he was trying to

quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to put in a lot of effort to make a

realization made her soften

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

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter

eyes appeared slightly

the

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

see

there quietly for a while before turning around

they 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

all

man at his age shouldn’t have been so

Mark still

positioned himself

She was taken aback.

the bystanders as they

Mark assured, “I’ll be back in a few

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

Then, Mark departed.

delicately nibbling

steer clear of Mark that

her return with just one

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

obedient to Waylen. She made her

Cecilia with kindness, which

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

stumbled over

are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

was beyond what a

a habit of

her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have some fun

downcast. Leonel was occupied with

awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such a

Edwin away promptly, or else I’ll raise Edwin

Cecilia was speechless.

and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure the Thomas

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,

aware of

hesitation, Waylen drew her

disappoint you again later on, there will still

and heartfelt tone, Waylen added, “If you give up your relationship with him

always showed his

a dependable pillar of support. She buried her face in his

Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that

stairs, catching sight

might feel awkward. Even though she had grown up, her bond with Waylen remained very

her thoughts to herself. She cast only

after concluding his business,

his shirt buttons and

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

her skin.

in

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

her head to receive his kiss and inquired between tender

slipped his hand into her pajamas and gently started

playful teasing and never failed to

clutched his hand firmly. She wished to keep his hands away

in a relationship for quite a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and inquired, “Are you feeling a

blushed and gently pushed

I

out a

guided her to the edge of the bed, inviting her to grasp

belly swelled

third little one was on the

hand on her waist and the other gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke in a raspy

in my heart, just like Alexis and Elva.

fingers softly across her

unbearable. He

light

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

felt her passion ignited

good looks, it

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

her to deliver

hold of

belly

more he spoke, the more

and understood his powerful

she gently murmured, “Let’s focus on the

Rena for a while, and with her consent, he wasn’t

her a

her eyes, surrendering to

passed, and

warmed up much, causing Waylen a bit

nudged the two out the door, suggesting they

watched their car drive away, a sense of relief washing over

him, “You can be

no one nearby. Waylen delicately

I’ll

accused him of

some time, he declared, “After this baby arrives, we’re

have a serious conversation

headed upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful

thoughts then drifted to the

unexpectedly, Albert’s mother,

had to be

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

any rush, but

picked up in a

of them. He spun around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more

gave a

more at

there’s no need to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call me