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.”

considered the possibility of looking after

was the first to jump into the fray in Czanch on

Waylen had grown

felt the weight of his years, not as resilient to

ongoing conversation about it might trigger his anger. More importantly, that would make Rena

devoted his morning to Edwin. Later, he visited

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during

Cecilia stood around 5.5 feet in height, yet she still had to look

at each

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

hands buried in his pockets, he forced

few more deals

the message he

He had already quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to put in a lot of

made her

way home. And perhaps next time, you might consider bringing

Mark offered a smile.

it me or

appeared

the photographer

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

disheartened to see her

a while before turning around

apart, they could each attain their desires. Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to

all to

of emotion. A man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly

still

himself right

She was taken aback.

hush fell over the bystanders as they recognized

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

Then, Mark departed.

delicately

clear of Mark that

Waylen made her return with just

pregnant. It’s not fair to pass the kid

was always obedient to Waylen. She made her way

treated Cecilia with kindness, which made

With a subtle look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you

over

are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing into Waylen’s

beyond what a child

habit of spilling

chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have some fun with

downcast. Leonel was occupied with

Leonel be burdened with paperwork at such a

and Mark should take Edwin away promptly, or else I’ll raise Edwin

Cecilia was speechless.

assist him in handling

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

was aware of

Waylen drew her head to rest

an opportunity. Should he disappoint you again later on, there will still

added, “If you give up your relationship with him at

his

a dependable pillar of support.

Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that

stairs, catching sight

that Rena might feel awkward. Even

She

the day, after concluding his business, Waylen stood up, stretching

loosened his shirt buttons and

donned her silky pajamas and settled in

in caring for her skin. When viewed from behind,

in

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

kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly committed to assisting my

pajamas and gently started to caress

knack for playful teasing and

firmly. She wished to keep his hands away

be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on

gently

would I be

let out a soft

inviting her to

belly swelled

one was on

her waist and the other gently

special place in my heart, just like Alexis and Elva.

his fingers softly across

touch unbearable. He was being

light

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

passion ignited

looks,

extending her hand, softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With a sly grin, Waylen

up, leading her to deliver

hold

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

the more he spiraled into

him and understood his powerful desire

she gently murmured,

and

a deep,

surrendering to

days passed, and Mark paid

and Mark hadn’t warmed

the door, suggesting they returned to their

watched their car drive away, a sense of

him, “You can be pretty

nearby. Waylen delicately grasped

arrives, I’ll show

accused him of being

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

have a serious conversation with a

some peaceful reading

drifted to the situation

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

had to be

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

rush,

up in a sleek black

seat in front of them. He spun around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with you from now on,

a

the backseat, Mark appeared more

need to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call