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.”

possibility of looking after Cecilia indefinitely as the worst-case

Waylen. He hadn’t forgotten that Waylen was the first to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia’s behalf upon learning about what happened between Cecilia

Waylen had grown more mature

however, felt the weight of his years, not as resilient to the

worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More

Edwin. Later, he

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during her

stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she still

at each

isn’t feeling well. I’ll head back to

his hands buried in

few more deals I need to

the message he was trying to

indefinitely. He had already quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to

her soften

on your way home. And perhaps next time, you

Mark offered a smile.

or

appeared slightly

the

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

see her in

while before turning

that if they were apart, they could each attain their desires. Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need

they had forsaken all to choose each

age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including

Mark still

positioned himself right

She was taken aback.

hush fell over the bystanders as they

a gentle tone, Mark assured, “I’ll be back in a few

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

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately

steer clear of

Waylen made her return with just one phone

pregnant. It’s not fair to pass the

to Waylen. She made her way

ever, treated Cecilia with kindness, which made Cecilia

sofa. With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into

stumbled over

who are you talking about?” Alexis

beyond what a child

habit of spilling

Alexis on her chubby bottom and remarked,

felt downcast. Leonel was occupied with

burdened with paperwork at

take Edwin away

Cecilia was speechless.

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

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

was aware of

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her head

disappoint you again later on, there will still be time for you to

tone, Waylen added, “If you give up your relationship

showed his

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

gently patted her back. Deep down, he had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that Elva might be just

descended the stairs, catching

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

to herself. She cast

end of the day, after concluding his

buttons and retired to

in front of the dressing table

for her skin. When viewed from behind, she

in a warm hug

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

nodded in agreement. She tilted her head to receive his kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly committed to assisting my uncle

hand into her pajamas and gently started

had a knack for playful teasing and never

clutched his hand firmly. She wished

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

and gently pushed

would I

out

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

tender belly swelled

one was on the

gently caressing her

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

traced his fingers softly across

his touch unbearable.

light and

tenderly laid her down, brushed his lips against hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia

passion ignited

striking good looks, it was hard to

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 my

anger flared up, leading her to deliver

seized hold

softly, his gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly is so

he spoke, the more

him and understood his powerful

handsome face, she gently murmured, “Let’s focus on

Rena for a while, and

her a deep,

eyes, surrendering to

days passed,

between Cecilia and Mark hadn’t warmed

the door, suggesting they returned to their own

car drive away, a sense of relief

can be

Waylen delicately grasped her

arrives, I’ll show

accused him of being

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

couldn’t have a serious conversation with a rascal like

upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading for a

to the

was arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother, Helen,

plan had to

belly, contemplating that she needed to wait until

wasn’t in any rush, but Albert

Edwin were picked up in

and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have

a little

the backseat, Mark appeared more at

call me Mr. Evans