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 after Cecilia indefinitely as the worst-case

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

time, Waylen had grown more mature

of his years, not as resilient

not to add more because he worried that an ongoing conversation about it might trigger his

morning to Edwin. Later, he visited

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

him during her

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

at each

isn’t feeling well. I’ll head back

irritated. With his hands buried in his

a few more deals I need to

message he was trying

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

her

way home. And perhaps

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter that you’re

appeared

the photographer

good condition. She had been trying to get herself right

disheartened to see her in

while before turning around and walking

not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a high position and felt no

had forsaken all to

man at his age shouldn’t have been so visibly emotional, especially surrounded by many people, including her

Mark still

himself right

She was taken aback.

hush fell over the

assured, “I’ll be back

him. He tenderly brushed her hair and softly uttered, “Even though I’m older than you and don’t have much at the moment,

Then, Mark departed.

delicately nibbling

clear of Mark that

made her return with just

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

She made

with kindness, which

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

stumbled over

are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing into

beyond what a child needed

had a habit of

chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have some fun

downcast. Leonel was occupied

awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened with

away promptly,

Cecilia was speechless.

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

bothers you. Your feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he not

aware

her head to rest

there will still be time for you

your relationship with him at this

showed his softer side

dependable pillar of support. She buried her

as a

stairs, catching sight of their

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

to herself. She cast

after concluding his business,

loosened his shirt buttons

silky pajamas and settled in front of the dressing table to brush

had invested considerable effort in caring for her skin. When viewed from behind,

her in a warm

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

kiss and inquired between tender moments, “Are you

hand into her pajamas

for playful teasing and never

clutched his hand firmly. She wished

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

and gently pushed

would I be

let out

her to the edge of the bed, inviting her to

belly swelled

little one was on

waist and the other gently caressing her belly, Waylen spoke in a

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

fingers softly

his touch unbearable. He

was light and not

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

her passion

looks,

hand, softly caressing his cheek, and whispered, “What sets the wife apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My wife is the one I’LL

flared up, leading her to deliver

hold of her

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

he spoke, the

was familiar with him and understood his powerful desire

she gently murmured,

while, and with her consent, he wasn’t about to miss this

a deep,

shut her eyes, surrendering to his

couple of days passed,

warmed up much, causing Waylen a bit of

the two out the door, suggesting they returned to their own

their car drive away, a sense of relief

can

one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped

I’ll

accused him

her leisurely. After some time, he

serious conversation with

upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading

then drifted to the situation with Albert’s

arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s

plan had

she needed to wait until the baby

wasn’t in any rush, but Albert was

picked up in a

of them. He spun around with a cheerful expression and exclaimed, “Mr. Evans will

gave a

the backseat, Mark appeared more at ease, his smile

to call me Mr. Evans anymore. Just call