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

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

grown

the weight of his years,

add more because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his

to Edwin. Later, he visited

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him

and tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she still had to

looked at each

isn’t feeling well. I’ll head

was somewhat irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets, he forced

more deals I

he was trying

previous job, and now, at his age, he

made her

perhaps next time, you

Mark offered a smile.

it me or Peter that

appeared

then, the photographer summoned

good condition. She had been trying to get herself right for

to see her in such a

for a while before turning

they were apart, 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 be of a high position and felt no obligation to secure a

had forsaken all

emotion. A man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded

Mark still walked

positioned himself right before

She was taken aback.

hush fell over the bystanders as they

tone, Mark assured, “I’ll be back

I’m older than you and

Then, Mark departed.

in place, delicately nibbling her

clear of

Waylen made her return with just one phone

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

obedient to Waylen. She made

as ever, treated Cecilia with kindness, which made Cecilia

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

over

are you talking about?” Alexis questioned,

a child

a habit

chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have some

felt downcast. Leonel was occupied

awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with

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

Cecilia was speechless.

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

Your feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he not stepped down, he might have risen even higher. Nevertheless, he forfeits his position to start anew as an

was aware

hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest

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

a soft and heartfelt tone, Waylen added, “If you give up your relationship with him at this point, even I will feel sorry for

his softer side to

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

always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling

stairs, catching

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

her thoughts to herself. She cast only a glance in Waylen’s

end of the day, after concluding his business, Waylen stood

loosened his shirt buttons and retired

and settled in front of the dressing table

in caring for her

and enveloped her in a warm

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

to receive his kiss and inquired

his hand into her pajamas and gently started to caress

a knack for playful teasing

wished to keep his hands away

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

and gently

would I

out a

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

belly

third little one

waist and the other gently caressing her belly,

special place in my heart, just like Alexis

traced his fingers

his touch unbearable. He was being deliberately

was light and not nearly

and soothingly

felt her passion ignited

good looks,

and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With

anger flared up, leading her to deliver a

hold of

“Your belly is

more he spoke, the more he spiraled into

him and

gently murmured, “Let’s

playfully charming Rena for a while, and with her

her a deep, passionate

shut her eyes, surrendering to his

of days passed,

warmed up much, causing Waylen a

door,

watched their car drive away, a sense of

him, “You can

no one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped

I’ll show you

him of

leisurely. After some time, he declared, “After this baby

believed she couldn’t have a serious conversation with a rascal like

enjoyed some

then drifted to the

arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s mother,

plan had to be

hand on her belly, contemplating that she needed to wait

wasn’t in any rush, but

and Edwin were picked up

spun around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with

gave a

backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his

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