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.”

considered the possibility of looking after Cecilia indefinitely as the

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

grown more mature and

years, not as resilient to the

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

to Edwin. Later, he visited

Cecilia noticed Mark’s presence.

approached him during

mature, handsome, and tall. Cecilia stood around

looked at

Mark began, “Zoey isn’t feeling

irritated. With his hands buried in his pockets,

are a few more deals I need to

the message he was trying

remain in Duefron indefinitely. He had already quit his previous job, and now, at his age, he needed to

her soften her

home. And perhaps next time, you might consider

Mark offered a smile.

or Peter

eyes appeared slightly

then, the photographer summoned

trying to get herself right for a while, especially when she

see her in such

stood there quietly for a while before turning around

the oldest daughter of the Fowler family, she did not need to demonstrate

forsaken all to choose each

have been so visibly emotional, especially

Mark still walked

himself right before

She was taken aback.

fell over the

“I’ll be back in

though I’m older

Then, Mark departed.

remained in place, delicately

to steer clear of

Waylen made her return with just one phone

is pregnant. It’s not fair to pass

to Waylen. She made her way

treated Cecilia with kindness, which made

look, he asked Cecilia, “Did you run into him? How did your

stumbled over her

who are you talking about?” Alexis questioned, climbing into Waylen’s

a

a habit of

her chubby bottom and remarked, “Go and have some fun

Leonel was occupied

awkwardly, “Should Leonel be burdened

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 legal case. We’ll ensure the Thomas family regains that child, but

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. Nevertheless,

was aware of

Cecilia’s hesitation, Waylen drew her head to rest

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

and heartfelt tone, Waylen added, “If you give up your relationship with him at this point, even I will

his softer side

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

patted her back. Deep down, he had always seen Cecilia as a bit naive. He had a gut feeling that Elva might be just like

stairs, catching sight of their

feel awkward. Even though she had grown up, her bond with Waylen remained

herself. She cast only a glance

his business, Waylen stood up, stretching out his

buttons and retired to his

settled in front of

considerable effort in caring for her skin. When viewed from

approached and enveloped her in

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

his kiss and inquired between tender moments,

pajamas and gently started to caress

teasing and never failed to arouse

firmly. She wished to keep

could Waylen not be attuned to

gently pushed

I

let out

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

tender belly

third little one was

and the other gently caressing her belly, Waylen

my heart, just like Alexis and

his fingers softly

touch unbearable. He

light and not nearly

against hers, and soothingly said, “Cecilia

felt her passion ignited by

good looks, it was hard to

apart With a sly grin, Waylen whispered, “My wife is the one

up, leading her to deliver a

he seized hold of

deep and unreadable, “Your belly is so

spoke, the more

familiar with him and understood his

handsome face, she gently murmured, “Let’s

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

a deep, passionate

eyes, surrendering

passed, and Mark

connection between Cecilia and Mark hadn’t warmed up

door, suggesting they returned

away, a sense

him, “You can be pretty

one nearby. Waylen delicately grasped her

I’ll show you what rudeness

playfully accused him of being

he declared,

serious conversation with a rascal

headed upstairs and enjoyed some

to the situation with Albert’s

but unexpectedly,

had to be

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

rush, but Albert was getting

up

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

gave a little

more at ease, his

no need to call me Mr. Evans anymore.