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

narrowed his eyes 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 between Cecilia and

had grown

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

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

devoted his morning to Edwin. Later, he visited the

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him

donned in yesterday’s attire and appeared mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around

at each

isn’t feeling well. I’ll head

hands buried in his

are a few more deals I need to

got the message he

and now, at his age, he needed to put in

her soften her

perhaps next time, you might consider

Mark offered a smile.

me or Peter that

eyes appeared slightly

the

get herself right for a

see her in such

a while before turning around

that if 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

had forsaken all to choose

felt a swell of emotion. A man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including her colleagues, partners, and business

still walked

positioned himself right

She was taken aback.

over the bystanders

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

though I’m older than you and don’t have much at

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately nibbling

endeavored to steer clear of Mark

made her return

you care about your child? Listen, Cecilia, Rena is pregnant. It’s not fair to pass the kid off to

was always obedient to Waylen. She made her way

treated Cecilia with kindness, which made Cecilia

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

over her

about?” Alexis questioned, climbing into

was beyond what a child needed

habit of spilling

playfully tapped Alexis on her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go

felt downcast. Leonel

burdened with paperwork at

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

Cecilia was speechless.

head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this legal case. We’ll

the option to end your relationship with Mark. It’s okay if this issue bothers you. Your feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he not stepped down, he might have risen even higher.

was aware

drew her head to rest against

you again later on, there will still

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

his softer side

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

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

stairs, catching sight

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

however, kept her thoughts to herself. She cast only a glance in

concluding his business,

shirt buttons and

shower, Rena donned her silky pajamas and settled in front of

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

in a warm hug from

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

She tilted her head to receive his kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly

her pajamas and gently started

had a knack for playful teasing and

clutched his hand firmly. She wished to keep his hands

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

gently pushed him

would I

out a

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

belly swelled

one

gently caressing her belly,

heart, just like

his fingers

touch unbearable. He was being

light and not nearly

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

felt her passion ignited by Waylen’s

striking good looks, it was hard

couldn’t resist extending her hand, softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With

flared up, leading her to deliver

hold

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

he spoke, the more he

and understood his powerful desire

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

a while, and with her consent, he wasn’t about

her a deep,

eyes, surrendering to his affectionate

of days passed, and

connection between Cecilia and Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing Waylen a

two out the door, suggesting they returned

a sense

teased him, “You can be

Waylen delicately grasped her

the baby arrives, I’ll show

accused him

some time, he declared,

couldn’t have a serious conversation with a rascal

enjoyed some peaceful

drifted to the

was arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s

plan had to be

needed to wait until the baby arrived before putting her

in any rush, but

up

“Mr. Evans will have more

a little

backseat, Mark appeared more at

me Mr. Evans anymore.