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.

up, he’d find her safe and sound,

Angela’s Library

Rena was taken aback.

she knew exactly what he was thinking even though he didn’t

prolonged silence, Rena whispered, “Are

stayed silent, his gaze fixed on her

don’t think it’s wise,” Rena

pregnant now. Moreover, her relationship with

if he doesn’t recover, how

stirring a mixture of tenderness

Rena faced greater difficulty in

it could be Cecilia’s lifelong regret. Yes, the challenges in

hinted at Mark’s deteriorating

was left stunned

sensation enveloped her, sending shivers

but wept quietly in Waylen’s

hoarse, laden

billet, but I don’t believe he’ll

Rena listened quietly.

vividly recall the first call she received from Mark in

“Rena,

Rena understood that Waylen had

responsibility for the Fowler family. Even Korbyn and Juliette

“So, will you talk to her, or

replied, gently kissing her, preventing her tears

appeared at the Fowler’s

she found Waylen sitting on the sofa, calmly sipping

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

was unnecessary to bother her brother,

that others

“Mr. Evans isn’t really much younger than me. He just takes good care of himself and looks

Cecilia burst into laughter.

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

nearly choked on his

family

alone, his face wearing a severe, indescribable expression, a detail not lost on

understood his son all too

laughter, realizing something

Waylen closed his eyes, seeking a

silent, afraid her words might provoke

something was

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

bit her lips and hesitated before

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

Four months?

and pallid face flashed in her mind, Cecilia

took her a while to regain her

what happened

didn’t say it

a document from the storage

to be a medical

cast a skeptical glance at him

her face draining of color.

Less than six months?

could this

trembled as she

hospital for four months now. Dad brought in experts from both home and abroad to examine him,

Cecilia lifted her head

with tears that threatened

her best

your face. Tears don’t suit young ladies

but it

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

was silent, and there were stacks of thick

four hours. It’s time to rest. Dr.

still kept his focus on the

nag. Handle him for me. I need

Suddenly, Mark’s expression changed.

“Cecilia has been by my side for so long, and now we

felt a deep sadness hearing

Cecilia was

knew that Mark was conveying his final wishes, with no

Peter noticed Cecilia’s presence.

he quickly composed himself and said, “Cecilia, what brings you here? Come inside and take a

gaze remained fixed

could

the door, said, “Mark, I told

Mark’s gaze was profound.

while, he said, “Peter, why don’t you go have a

faintly

and

into silence. The autumn sun streamed in through

out of bed, wearing a loose blue and

much of the muscular build he

he retained his handsome

his eyes had deep sockets, and his eyelashes

his features were

just standing by the door? Come and sit down.

door, biting her lip as she softly inquired,

Mark

he were reaching for a cigarette box out of habit,

“I let you down back then, and I’m suffering from this illness. How

rolled down

and you’re planning to die secretly, leaving behind a struggling company for Edwin Mark corrected her, “I’m not planning to

gaze shifted to the documents on the bedside

some reason, she

walked over and angrily pushed the documents to the

papers scattered

allowed her to vent her

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

a deep

a sense of

wiped her tears, raised her head, and asked, “Do you think that I’ll forgive you just because you’re leaving behind billions of

control his

even though he knew he had no right

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

Cecilia wasn’t having it.

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