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.”

the possibility of looking

to jump into the fray in Czanch on Cecilia’s behalf upon learning about what happened between Cecilia

had grown more mature and

his years, not as resilient to the ravages

that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger

he

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during her

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

looked at

isn’t feeling well. I’ll

buried in his pockets, he

are a few more

he was trying to

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

realization made her

your way home. And perhaps next time, you might

Mark offered a smile.

me or Peter

appeared

the photographer

in a good condition. She had been trying to get herself right

disheartened to see

quietly for a while before turning around and

she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a high

forsaken all to choose

a swell of emotion. A man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people,

still

himself right before

She was taken aback.

the bystanders as they recognized

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

though I’m older than you and don’t have much at the moment, I still want to make you my

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately nibbling her crimson

steer clear

made her return with just one phone

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

was always obedient to Waylen. She made her way to the

ever, treated Cecilia with kindness, which made

asked Cecilia, “Did you run into

over her

who are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing

a

a habit

chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have some

felt downcast. Leonel was occupied

asked awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with paperwork

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

Cecilia was speechless.

softened as he looked at Cecilia. He gently touched his little sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this

Yet, Mark has sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he

aware of

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest against his

you again later on, there will still be time for you to deal with

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

always showed his

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

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

descended the stairs, catching sight

might feel awkward. Even though she had grown up, her bond

herself. She cast only

after concluding his

loosened his shirt buttons and retired

donned her silky pajamas and settled in front

for her skin.

approached and enveloped her in

gently pressed the tip of his nose to her soft neck and murmured, “You have such a lovely

her head to receive his kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are

into her pajamas and gently started to caress

playful teasing and never failed to

clutched his hand firmly. She wished to keep his hands

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

blushed and gently pushed him

I be

out a soft

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

tender belly

third little one was on the

waist and the other gently caressing her

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

traced his fingers softly across her

unbearable. He was being deliberately

was light and not

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

her passion

good looks, it was hard to

wife apart

anger flared up, leading her

hold of her

gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly is so big, yet your

he spoke, the more he spiraled into

with him and understood his powerful

his handsome face, she gently murmured,

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

a deep, passionate

shut her eyes, surrendering to

couple of days passed, and Mark paid a

Mark hadn’t warmed up much, causing Waylen a

door, suggesting

a sense

can

one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin and playfully jiggled

I’ll show

playfully accused him of

some time, he declared, “After this

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

and enjoyed some peaceful reading for

thoughts then drifted to the situation with Albert’s

unexpectedly, Albert’s mother, Helen,

plan had to

on her belly, contemplating that she needed to wait until the

rush, but Albert was

picked up in

around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will have more time to be with you from now on,

a little

appeared more at ease,

there’s no need to call me Mr.