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.”

of looking after Cecilia indefinitely as the worst-case

as he regarded 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

grown more mature and

years, not as resilient to the ravages of

an ongoing conversation

to Edwin. Later, he visited the

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during her

appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she still

looked at

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

buried in his pockets,

are a few more

the message he was

couldn’t remain in Duefron indefinitely. He had already quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to put in

realization made her

way home. And perhaps next

Mark offered a smile.

me or

eyes appeared slightly

then, the photographer

wasn’t in a good condition. She had been trying to get herself right for

was disheartened to see her in such a

there quietly for a while before turning around

the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He

all to choose

been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including

Mark still walked

himself right

She was taken aback.

the bystanders as they

assured, “I’ll be back in a

hair and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older than you and don’t have

Then, Mark departed.

place, delicately nibbling her crimson

to steer clear of Mark

made her return with just

Rena is pregnant. It’s not fair to pass

was always obedient to Waylen. She

Cecilia with kindness,

sofa. With a subtle look, he asked

over her

about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

was beyond what a child

habit

bottom and remarked, “Go and have some fun

Leonel was occupied

asked awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with

take Edwin away

Cecilia was speechless.

head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll ensure the Thomas family regains that child, but Miss Wilson’s

has sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he not stepped down, he might have risen even higher. Nevertheless, he

aware

her

disappoint you again later on, there will still be

you give up your relationship with him at this point, even I will feel sorry for

showed his softer side to

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

Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that Elva might be just

the stairs, catching sight

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

thoughts to herself. She cast only a glance

his business, Waylen

shirt buttons and retired to

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

invested considerable effort in caring for her skin. When viewed from behind,

approached and enveloped her in a

and murmured, “You have such a lovely fragrance. Did you pick

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

pajamas and gently started to caress

knack for playful teasing and never failed to arouse

She wished

in a relationship for quite a while. How could Waylen not be attuned to her feelings?

and gently

I

let out a

of the bed, inviting

tender belly swelled

third little one was

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

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

traced his fingers softly across her

his touch unbearable. He was being deliberately

touch was light and not

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

passion

looks, it was hard

caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My wife is the one I’LL

her to deliver a swift

hold

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

more he spoke, the

was familiar with him and

handsome face, she gently murmured, “Let’s

had been playfully charming Rena for a while, and with her consent, he wasn’t about to

gave her a deep,

her eyes, surrendering to his

passed, and Mark paid

hadn’t warmed up much, causing Waylen a bit

nudged the two out the door, suggesting they returned to

car drive away, a sense

can be pretty

nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her

the baby arrives, I’ll

accused him of

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

a serious conversation with a

enjoyed some peaceful reading for a

to the situation

was arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s

had to

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

rush, but Albert

up in a sleek black

them. He spun around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans

a little

Mark appeared more at ease,

need to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just