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.”

possibility of looking after Cecilia indefinitely as

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

grown more

felt the weight of his years, not as

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

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

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during her

tall. Cecilia stood around 5.5

at

Mark began, “Zoey isn’t feeling

hands buried in his pockets,

few more deals I need

the message he was

previous job, and now, at his age, he needed

her soften her

And perhaps next time, you might

Mark offered a smile.

me or

eyes appeared slightly

then, the

had been trying to get herself right for a

was disheartened to see her

stood there quietly for a while before turning around and walking

desires. Being the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate anything to him. He remained to be of a high position and felt no obligation to secure a girl’s

they had forsaken all to choose each

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

Mark still

himself right

She was taken aback.

over the bystanders as

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

“Even though I’m older than you and don’t have much at the moment, I still want

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately nibbling her

endeavored to steer clear

her return with just one phone

is pregnant. It’s not fair to pass the

was always obedient to Waylen. She made her way

treated Cecilia with kindness, which made Cecilia

asked Cecilia, “Did you run into

stumbled over her

talking about?”

what a child needed to

habit of spilling

chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have some

felt downcast. Leonel was occupied with

burdened with paperwork

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

Cecilia was speechless.

sister’s head and whispered, “I’ll assist him in handling this

feelings are valid. Yet, Mark has sacrificed much on your behalf. Had he not stepped down, he might have risen even higher. Nevertheless, he forfeits his position to start anew as an

aware of

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her

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

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

his

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

Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut

the stairs, catching sight of

felt a tad bashful. Cecilia had concerns that Rena might feel awkward. Even though she had grown up, her bond with Waylen remained

to herself. She cast only a

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

loosened his shirt buttons and retired

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

her skin. When viewed

and enveloped her in a warm hug

and murmured, “You have such

and inquired between tender moments, “Are you truly committed

her pajamas

for playful teasing and never failed to

his hand firmly. She wished

be attuned to her feelings? He purposely nibbled on her ear and inquired, “Are

gently pushed

would I be

let out a

of the bed, inviting her to

belly

little one

other gently

holds a special place in my heart, just like Alexis

traced his fingers softly across

his touch unbearable.

light and

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

passion

good looks, it was hard to

whispered, “What sets the wife apart With a sly

her to

he seized hold

softly, his gaze deep and unreadable, “Your belly

he spoke, the more he

and understood his powerful desire

his handsome face, she gently murmured,

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

gave her a deep, passionate

shut her eyes, surrendering to his affectionate

days passed,

hadn’t warmed up much, causing Waylen

two out the door, suggesting they returned to their own

watched their car drive away, a sense

teased him, “You can

one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her chin and playfully jiggled

arrives, I’ll show you what rudeness

him of being

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

believed she couldn’t have a serious conversation

headed upstairs and enjoyed some peaceful reading

drifted to

arranged, but unexpectedly, Albert’s

had to

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

wasn’t in any rush, but Albert was getting

were picked up in a sleek black

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

gave a

Mark appeared more

no need to call me Mr.