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 under his

Angela’s Library

Rena was taken aback.

for a long time, so naturally, she knew exactly what he was

silence, Rena whispered, “Are

gaze fixed on her

it’s wise,”

Moreover, her

if he doesn’t recover, how will Cecilia cope

Waylen, stirring a mixture of tenderness and

understood that Rena faced greater difficulty

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,

words hinted at

was left stunned by

her, sending shivers down her

stayed silent but wept quietly in

voice emerged hoarse, laden

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

Rena listened quietly.

could still vividly recall the first call she received from Mark in

had said, “Rena,

understood that Waylen had

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

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

replied, gently kissing her, preventing her tears from falling

morning, Waylen appeared at

descended the stairs, she found Waylen sitting on the

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

her brother, so she replied,

glanced at her and scolded, “Aren’t you afraid that others will think

his nose and retorted, “Mr. Evans isn’t really much younger than me.

Cecilia burst into laughter.

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

nearly choked on his daughter’s

family erupted

face wearing a severe, indescribable expression, a detail not lost

understood his son all

ceased his laughter, realizing something was

car, Waylen closed his eyes, seeking

afraid her words

was

instructed Ross, “Drive to

and hesitated before asking,

for four months.

Four months?

of Mark’s frail body and pallid face flashed in

her a while to regain

what happened to

didn’t say

retrieved a document from the storage cabinet before him,

to be

glance at him

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

Less than six months?

How could this

as she asked, “Waylen. Is

months now. Dad brought in experts from

Cecilia lifted

eyes welled up with

her best to

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

it looked more pained than

hadn’t informed Mark or Peter. So Mark had no idea that Waylen would be visiting. Mark

were stacks of thick

been poring over those documents for four hours. It’s time to rest. Dr. Clarke will scold you if you keep this

still kept his focus on

need to review these documents.

Suddenly, Mark’s expression changed.

my side for so long, and now

deep sadness hearing

door, Cecilia was even

conveying his final wishes, with no hope

Peter noticed Cecilia’s presence.

brings you here? Come inside

gaze remained

that he could no longer hide

standing at the door, said, “Mark, I

Mark’s gaze was profound.

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

faintly

room and gently closed the

silence. The autumn sun

of bed, wearing a loose blue and white hospital

lost much of the muscular build he once had and

he retained

his eyes had deep sockets, and his eyelashes were

his features were

gently, “Why are you just standing by the door? Come and

at the door, biting her lip as she softly inquired, “Why didn’t you

took Mark

as if he were reaching for a cigarette box out of habit, but

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

rolled down

and you’re planning to die secretly,

shifted to the documents on the bedside

reason, she

walked over and angrily pushed the documents

papers scattered with

her to vent her

you think you’re doing what’s best for me, and you’re taking responsibility for our two children. But have you ever asked me what I truly

a

a sense

“Do you think that I’ll forgive you just because you’re leaving behind billions of dollars? No, I won’t. The only thing I’ll always remember is that you

control

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

stop crying. I haven’t given up. I’m in therapy. I still want to see our

Cecilia wasn’t having it.

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