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 Cecilia indefinitely

Waylen. He hadn’t forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump

Waylen had grown more

his years,

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

his morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the scene

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during her

handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood

looked at

a soft tone, Mark began, “Zoey isn’t feeling well.

was somewhat irritated. With his hands buried in his

a few more deals I need

got the message he was trying to

job, and now, at his age, he

realization made her

And perhaps next

Mark offered a smile.

me or

eyes appeared slightly

the photographer

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

disheartened to see

a while before turning around

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 high position and felt no obligation to secure a girl’s

forsaken all to choose each

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

Mark still walked

positioned himself right before

She was taken aback.

over the bystanders as

Mark assured, “I’ll be back in a

I’m older than you and

Then, Mark departed.

in place, delicately nibbling her

clear of Mark that

return

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

always obedient to Waylen. She made her way to

as ever, treated Cecilia with kindness, which made Cecilia feel

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

over her

who are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

beyond what a child needed to

had a habit of spilling

Alexis on her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have

downcast. Leonel was occupied

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

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

Cecilia was speechless.

looked at Cecilia. He gently touched his little sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure the Thomas family regains

Mark has sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he not stepped down, he might have

aware

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her head to

disappoint you again later on, there will still be

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

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

catching sight of

that Rena might feel awkward.

kept her thoughts to herself. She

concluding his business, Waylen stood up, stretching

buttons and retired to

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

in caring for her skin. When viewed from behind,

approached and enveloped her in a

neck and murmured, “You have such

her head to receive his kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly committed to assisting my uncle

his hand into her pajamas

for playful teasing and never failed

his hand firmly. She wished to keep

had been in a relationship for quite a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to

blushed and gently pushed him

I be

out a soft

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

tender belly swelled

third little one

hand on her waist and the other gently

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

traced his fingers softly across her

unbearable.

touch was light

and soothingly said, “Cecilia is my sister, but you, my wife, you’re

her passion ignited by Waylen’s

good looks, it was hard

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

up, leading her

he seized hold of

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

the more

and understood

she gently murmured, “Let’s focus on the

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

a

shut her eyes, surrendering to his affectionate

of days passed, and Mark paid a

between Cecilia and Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing Waylen a bit

out the door, suggesting they returned to

away, a sense of relief washing over

“You can

Waylen delicately grasped her chin

I’ll show you what

accused him of being a

strolled behind her leisurely. After some time, he declared, “After this baby arrives, we’re

serious conversation with a rascal

some

then drifted to the

but unexpectedly, Albert’s

plan had

needed to wait until

rush, but

and Edwin were picked up

“Mr.

a little

appeared more at ease, his

call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call me