A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Cecilia misunderstood his silence.

She raised her head, her eyes searching his face.

“Waylen, are you mad at me? I won’t meet him alone again,” she said earnestly.

Waylen replied, his voice hoarse, “Silly girl!”

How could he be angry with her?

He was simply consumed by worry, imagining how heartbroken she would be upon learning about Mark’s serious illness.

Yes, even though their relationship seemed to have reached an impasse, Waylen had never doubted her love for Mark.

By destiny, Rena and Mark could really be the death of the Fowlers siblings.

Waylen had never been one to hesitate.

However, this matter had left him in constant turmoil, unable to reach a decision.

During the quiet hours of the night, Waylen smoked in his study.

Suddenly, the closed door creaked open, allowing a sliver of light to filter in from outside.

He assumed it was Rena.

To his surprise, it was a small figure with a head of brown, curly hair.

Waylen extinguished the cigarette and patted his thigh gently.

“You have trouble falling asleep? Do you want Daddy to hold you?” he asked in a soft, soothing voice.

Wrapped in her white comfort blanket, Alexis hurried barefoot into Waylen’s embrace. She whispered, “Mommy is feeding Elva. Marcus is hungry, too!”

Waylen understood her the best.

He affectionately rubbed her nose and teased, “Are you feeling hungry for Mommy’s milk too?”

Alexis was in high spirits; she lifted her head and proudly declared, “I am not! I’m a big girl now! I’m already seven years old!”

Waylen gently touched her hair.

He was well aware of Alexis’ longing for her mother’s milk.

Having spent the first two years of her life in the sterile lab environment, she hadn’t tasted much milk, let alone a mother’s nourishing natural kind. The only thing she had was the bland, artificial nutritional fluid provided during those years.

The thought softened Waylen’s expression, making it even gentler than the serene night outside.\

Meanwhile, Alexis kept babbling away.

Waylen scooped her up and headed towards the nursery, and Alexis wrapped her arms around Waylen’s neck.

His Alexis was undeniably adorable.

Marcus was not in the room when he entered the nursery, and Rena was still nursing Elva.

Elva’s hair was gently tousled, and her dark eyes sparkled brightly.

She was clinging to her mother’s breast.

Upon noticing her father’s arrival, Elva loosened her hold and grinned up at him.

Of course, Waylen was also fond of her.

He gently settled Alexis in Rena’s arms and picked up Elva, stating, “I’ll change her diaper.”

Rena didn’t question his motives.

Alexis was too embarrassed to drink, and as Waylen observed Alexis’ he leaned close to Rena’s ear and “Don’t let hesitation, whispered, it go to waste.”

Rena grasped his underlying message.

A flush of embarrassment colored Rena’s cheeks. After all, Alexis was no longer a baby.

“Waylen!” she couldn’t help but exclaim softly.

Waylen simply turned away, feigning indifference, and changed Elva’s diaper at a deliberate pace. In the end, as Rena embraced her older child in her lap, she had no choice but to let Alexis nurse.

Rena actually felt a bit embarrassed.

After soothing the children, they returned to the master bedroom.

Seated at the dressing table, Rena applied her skincare products.

Waylen teased her incessantly, but she chose to ignore him. Finally, he draped himself against her back, his arms encircling her slender waist, and softly inquired, “Are you upset with me?”

Rena turned her head and retorted, “What do you think?”

As Waylen caught a whiff of her fragrance, he couldn’t resist leaning in and biting her.

“Alexis hadn’t tasted your milk yet! Your breast milk disappeared so soon after giving birth to Marcus. She didn’t get the chance,” Waylen explained.

Rena countered, “And who’s to blame for that?”

Waylen knew it wasn’t easy to placate Rena, so he apologized softly, “It’s all my fault!”\

Rena kept silent and continued to apply her skincare products.

Their life was peaceful now. They didn’t have to keep bringing up what had happened in the past.

Later, as they both felt provoked, their intimacy unfolded naturally, and they had intercourse.

Consumed by overwhelming lust, Rena stroked Waylen’s face and asked in a low voice, “What’s bothering you?”

Waylen didn’t reply; instead, he covered her body with his.

He dipped his head and kissed his wife passionately, their Lips locked for an extended moment.

After a while, he rolled to his side.

Rena mirrored his movement, her fingers gently caressing his face.

“Are you worried about Uncle Mark?”

Waylen lay on his back and gazed at the ceiling. After a brief pause, he responded softly, “The results of his latest medical examination aren’t promising. The doctors have to devise a new treatment plan for him.”

He turned to look at her and continued, “Rena, the treatment is bound to be excruciating.”

He couldn’t help but entwine his fingers with hers.

Waylen cherished Rena deeply. Yet, due to what happened to Mark and Cecilia, he feared what might transpire between them.

At times, he would dream that he had been separated from Rena.

when he woke up, he’d find her

Angela’s Library

Rena was taken aback.

his wife for a long time, so naturally, she knew exactly what he was thinking even though

a prolonged silence, Rena whispered, “Are you

his gaze fixed on her

it’s wise,” Rena said

now. Moreover, her relationship with

doesn’t recover, how

Waylen, stirring a mixture

that Rena faced greater difficulty in this

her in his arms and murmured in her ear, “Rena, I understand you’re doing this for Cecilia’s sake, but… If he really couldn’t make it, it could be Cecilia’s lifelong regret. Yes, the challenges in the future might be daunting for them, but Rena, could you offer them the chance to stand by each other? Perhaps this will be the last time that Cecilia can be

hinted at Mark’s deteriorating

left stunned by his underlying

sensation enveloped her, sending shivers down

silent but wept quietly

hoarse, laden with

its billet, but I don’t believe he’ll just give up Like

Rena listened quietly.

first call she received from Mark

said, “Rena, I’m

that moment, Rena understood that Waylen

knew he now bore the responsibility for the Fowler family. Even Korbyn and Juliette respected his choices, almost entirely

“So, will you talk to her, or

kissing her, preventing her tears from

next morning, Waylen appeared

she found Waylen

footsteps, Waylen said indifferently, “You missed your prenatal check-up yesterday. I’ll accompany

it was unnecessary to bother her brother, so she replied, “Ross will come with

that others will think you have married an old

really much younger than me. He just takes

Cecilia burst into laughter.

through Ross‘ and teased, “When we get to the hospital, I might just refer you

nearly choked on his

family erupted

his face wearing a severe, indescribable expression, a

his son all

his laughter, realizing

Waylen closed his eyes,

afraid her words might provoke him

something was amiss with

Ross, “Drive to the inpatient department. Let’s visit

and hesitated before asking, “But why should we

in the hospital for four months. He’s family, and we should at least

Four months?

image of Mark’s frail body and pallid face flashed in her mind, Cecilia instinctively clenched

while

happened

say

storage cabinet before him, and handed it

to be a medical

cast a skeptical glance at him and cautiously opened

one page, her expression shifted from surprise to shock, her face draining of color. The pathology report indicated that Mark’s estimated life expectancy was

Less than six months?

could this be

voice trembled as she asked, “Waylen.

brought in experts from both home and abroad to examine him, but his body had been

Cecilia lifted her

up with tears

did her best to hold them

“Wipe your face. Tears don’t suit young

but it looked more

that Waylen would be visiting. Mark was propped up against the head of the bed, engrossed in reading

was silent, and there were stacks of thick folders on the

time to rest. Dr.

his

a nag. Handle him for me. I need to review these documents. The company is just starting, and there are many challenges

Suddenly, Mark’s expression changed.

side for so long, and now we have two children. I can’t leave without leaving anything

deep sadness

Cecilia

was conveying his final wishes, with

Peter noticed Cecilia’s presence.

composed himself and said, “Cecilia, what brings you here? Come

remained

that he could no longer hide the

the door, said, “Mark, I told her. She deserves

Mark’s gaze was profound.

he said, “Peter, why don’t you go have a cup of coffee

smiled faintly and agreed,

room and gently closed the

The autumn sun streamed

slowly got out of bed, wearing a loose blue and

lost much of the muscular build he once

he retained his

had deep sockets, and his eyelashes

his features were

are you just standing by

biting her

Mark

were reaching for a cigarette box out of habit, but he realized he couldn’t have one in his

back then, and I’m suffering from this illness. How could I have told you? I would

rolled down Cecilia’s

a hushed tone, she whispered, “You concealed it from me for four months, and you’re planning to die secretly, leaving behind a struggling company for Edwin Mark

shifted to the documents on the bedside

reason, she suddenly lost her

walked over and angrily pushed the documents to the

scattered with a

to vent

trembling voice, she said, “Mark, you think you’re doing what’s best for me, and you’re taking responsibility for our two

a deep

sense of guilt and

you just because you’re leaving behind billions of dollars? No,

control his

to embrace her, even though he knew he had

crying. I haven’t given up. I’m in therapy. I still want to see our daughter born, Edwin growing up, getting married, and having children of

Cecilia wasn’t having it.