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

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

grown

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

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

his morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the scene where Cecilia was

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him

tall. Cecilia stood around

looked at

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

With his hands buried in his pockets, he

few more deals I need

message he was trying to

his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to put in a lot of effort to make a

made her soften

on your way home. And perhaps

Mark offered a smile.

it me or

eyes appeared

then, the

get herself

was disheartened to see her in such

stood there quietly for a while before

not need to demonstrate anything to

forsaken all to

man at his age shouldn’t have been so

still walked

positioned himself

She was taken aback.

fell over the bystanders as they recognized

“I’ll

hair and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately nibbling her crimson

endeavored to steer clear of Mark

return with just one phone

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

to Waylen. She made her way

as ever, treated Cecilia with kindness, which

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

stumbled over her

who are you talking about?” Alexis questioned,

beyond what a child needed

had a habit of

on her chubby bottom and remarked,

Leonel was occupied

asked awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened

Edwin away promptly, or else I’ll raise Edwin in the same

Cecilia was speechless.

he 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 that

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

aware of

hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest

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

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

always showed his

dependable pillar of support. She buried her face in his shoulder and wept

patted her back. Deep down, he had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had

the stairs, catching

a tad bashful. Cecilia had concerns that Rena might feel awkward.

to herself. She cast only a glance

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

loosened his shirt buttons and

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

effort in caring for her skin.

and enveloped her in a warm hug from

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

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

hand into her pajamas and gently started to

knack for playful teasing and never

his hand firmly. She wished to

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

and gently

would I

out

inviting her to grasp it,

tender belly

little one was

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

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

his fingers softly

unbearable. He was being

was light and

hers, and soothingly said,

her passion ignited by

his striking good looks, it

hand, softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart

leading her

he seized hold of her

belly is so big, yet your

spoke, the more

and understood his

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

and

gave her a

shut her eyes, surrendering

of days passed, and Mark paid

and Mark hadn’t warmed up

out the door, suggesting they returned

away, a sense of relief washing over

“You can be pretty rude,

Waylen delicately grasped her chin

I’ll

him of

he declared, “After

a serious conversation

some peaceful

drifted to the situation with

but unexpectedly,

plan had to be

needed to wait until the baby arrived before putting her plan into

any rush, but Albert

Edwin were picked up in

and exclaimed, “Mr.

gave a

backseat, Mark appeared more at

me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call me