A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1791-1800

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.

woke up, he’d find her safe and sound, sheltered

Angela’s Library

Rena was taken aback.

his wife for a long time, so naturally, she

prolonged silence, Rena whispered, “Are you planning to

fixed on her with

think it’s wise,” Rena

five months pregnant now. Moreover, her relationship with Uncle Mark

doesn’t recover, how will Cecilia cope with the

tormented Waylen, stirring a mixture of tenderness

Rena faced greater difficulty in this situation

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

hinted at Mark’s

Rena was left

sensation enveloped her, sending shivers down

silent but wept quietly in Waylen’s

emerged hoarse, laden with

I don’t believe

Rena listened quietly.

could still vividly recall the first call she

had said, “Rena, I’m

that moment, Rena understood that Waylen had made his

knew he now bore the responsibility for the Fowler family. Even Korbyn and Juliette

a hushed tone, Rena asked, “So, will you talk to her, or should

kissing her, preventing her tears

morning, Waylen appeared at the Fowler’s

the stairs, she found Waylen sitting on the

said indifferently, “You missed your

it was unnecessary to bother her brother,

afraid that others will think you have married

isn’t really much younger than

Cecilia burst into laughter.

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

choked on his daughter’s

Fowler family

wearing a severe, indescribable expression, a detail not

understood his son

his laughter,

closed his eyes, seeking a

silent, afraid her words might provoke him

was amiss with

hospital, Waylen suddenly instructed Ross, “Drive to the inpatient

bit her lips and hesitated before asking,

calmly, “He’s been in the hospital for four months. He’s family, and

Four months?

face flashed in her mind, Cecilia

while to regain her

what happened

say

from the storage cabinet before him, and

to be a

a skeptical glance at him

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

Less than six months?

How could this be

trembled as she

brought in experts from both home and abroad to examine him, but

this, Cecilia lifted her

with

best to

a tissue and said, “Wipe your face. Tears don’t suit young ladies

it looked more

or Peter. So Mark had no idea that Waylen would be visiting. Mark was propped up against the head of the

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

hours. It’s time to rest. Dr. Clarke will

kept his focus

bit of a nag. Handle him for me. I need to review these documents. The company is just starting,

Suddenly, Mark’s expression changed.

for so long, and now we have two children. I

deep sadness

the door, Cecilia was even more

knew that Mark was conveying his final wishes, with no

Peter noticed Cecilia’s presence.

“Cecilia, what brings you here? Come inside and take a seat. Mr. Evans was just talking

gaze remained fixed on

knew that he could

at the door, said, “Mark,

Mark’s gaze was profound.

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

faintly and agreed,

the room and

into silence. The autumn sun streamed in through the window, illuminating

bed, wearing

of the muscular build he once

he retained his

eyes had

his features were still

by the door? Come and sit

to stand at the door, biting her lip as

Mark

smile. He made a motion as if he were reaching for a cigarette box out of habit, but he realized he couldn’t have one

his hand, gazed at Cecilia, and replied, “I let you down back then, and I’m suffering from this illness. How could I have told you? I would never

down

and you’re planning to die secretly,

shifted to the documents on

she suddenly lost her

over and angrily pushed the documents

papers scattered

her to

taking responsibility for our two children. But have you ever asked me what

a

sense

just because you’re leaving behind billions of dollars? No, I won’t. The only thing I’ll always remember

control

stepped forward to embrace her, even though he knew he had no right

I still want to see our daughter born, Edwin growing up, getting married, and having

Cecilia wasn’t having it.

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