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

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

had grown

of his years, not as resilient to

to add more because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly, that would make Rena

he visited the scene

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him

attire and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around

looked at

a soft tone, Mark began, “Zoey isn’t feeling well. I’ll head back to Czanch

somewhat irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets,

a few more deals I

the message he

and now, at his age, he needed to put

made her soften

perhaps next time, you might consider bringing

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter

eyes appeared

then, the photographer summoned

trying to get herself right for a

see her

stood there quietly for a while before turning around

Fowler family, she did not need to

all

so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including her colleagues,

still walked

positioned himself right before

She was taken aback.

over the bystanders as they

Mark assured, “I’ll be back

him. He tenderly brushed her hair and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately nibbling her

to steer clear of Mark that

return with just

Cecilia, Rena is pregnant.

Waylen. She made

as ever, treated Cecilia with kindness, which made

reclining on the sofa. With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him? How

over her

about?” Alexis questioned, climbing into Waylen’s

beyond what a

habit of spilling

Alexis on her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and

Leonel was

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

stated confidently, “You and Mark should take Edwin away promptly, or else I’ll raise Edwin

Cecilia was speechless.

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

much on your behalf. Had he not stepped down, he might have risen even higher. Nevertheless, he forfeits his position

was aware of

her

him an opportunity. Should he disappoint you again later on, there will still be time for you to

your relationship

always showed his softer side to

she felt hurt, she had found a dependable pillar of support. She buried her

as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that

the stairs, catching sight

a tad bashful. Cecilia had concerns that Rena might feel awkward. Even though she had grown up, her bond with Waylen remained

however, kept her thoughts to herself. She cast only

of the day, after concluding his

buttons and retired to

and settled in front of

caring for her skin. When viewed from behind, she

and enveloped her in a warm hug from

his nose to her soft neck and murmured, “You have such a

kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you

hand into her pajamas and gently started to caress

a knack for playful teasing and

hand firmly. She wished to keep his hands

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

and gently

would I

out a

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

tender belly

third little one was on the

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

in my heart, just like Alexis and Elva. She’s a delicate young

traced his fingers softly across her

unbearable. He was being deliberately

light and

soothingly said, “Cecilia

her passion ignited by Waylen’s

striking good looks, it

the wife apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My

her to deliver a

seized hold of her

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

spoke, the

familiar with him and understood his

face, she gently murmured, “Let’s focus

and with her consent,

her a deep, passionate

eyes, surrendering to his affectionate

passed, and Mark paid a

hadn’t warmed

out the door, suggesting they returned to

car drive away, a sense of relief washing over

“You can be

delicately grasped

the baby arrives, I’ll show

accused him

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

have a serious conversation with a rascal like

headed upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading for

to the situation

was arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s

plan had to

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

in any rush,

were picked up in

with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time

gave a little

appeared more

me Mr. Evans