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.

he’d find her safe and

Angela’s Library

Rena was taken aback.

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

whispered, “Are you planning

fixed

it’s wise,”

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

recover, how will Cecilia cope with the

a mixture of tenderness

Rena faced greater difficulty in this situation

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

hinted at Mark’s

moment, Rena was left stunned

enveloped her, sending shivers

but wept quietly in

voice emerged hoarse, laden with

its billet, but I don’t believe he’ll just give up Like that. He’s not a

Rena listened quietly.

vividly recall the first

had said, “Rena,

that Waylen had

bore the responsibility for the Fowler family. Even Korbyn and Juliette respected

tone, Rena asked, “So, will you talk

it,” he replied, gently kissing her, preventing

Waylen appeared at

the stairs, she found Waylen sitting on the

said indifferently, “You missed your prenatal

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

that others

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

Cecilia burst into laughter.

“When we get to the

on his

Fowler family erupted into

only Waylen stood alone, his face wearing a severe, indescribable expression, a detail not lost

son

soon ceased his laughter, realizing something was

the car, Waylen closed

remained silent, afraid her words might provoke

that something was

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

lips and hesitated before asking, “But why should

four months. He’s family,

Four months?

and pallid face flashed in her mind, Cecilia instinctively

a while to regain

happened to

didn’t say it

a document from the storage cabinet before him, and handed

be a medical

skeptical glance at him and cautiously opened

page, her expression shifted from surprise to shock, her face draining of

Less than six months?

could this

trembled as she asked, “Waylen. Is it

nodded and replied, “Yes, it’s true. Mark has been in the hospital for four months now. Dad brought in experts from both home and abroad to examine him, but his body

Cecilia lifted her head

up with

did her best to hold

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

managed a smile, but it looked

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

there were stacks of thick folders on

time to rest. Dr. Clarke will scold you if

kept his focus on

“He’s always been a bit of a nag. Handle him for me. I need to

Suddenly, Mark’s expression changed.

by my side for so long, and now we

a deep sadness

door, Cecilia

conveying his final wishes, with no

Peter noticed Cecilia’s presence.

what brings you here? Come inside and take a seat. Mr. Evans was

gaze remained fixed on

knew that he could no longer hide

standing at the door, said, “Mark, I told her. She

Mark’s gaze was profound.

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

smiled faintly

the room and

The autumn sun streamed in through

of bed, wearing a

muscular build he

he retained his

skin was flawless, his eyes had deep sockets, and his

features were still

you just standing by the door? Come and sit down.

the door, biting her lip as she softly inquired,

took Mark

for a cigarette box out of habit,

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 have done

rolled down Cecilia’s

to die secretly, leaving behind a struggling company for Edwin Mark

to the

reason, she

angrily pushed the documents to the

papers scattered with

allowed her to vent her

trembling voice, she said, “Mark, 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 want? You make all the decisions!

felt a deep

a sense

and asked, “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 left me behind time and

couldn’t control

to embrace her, even though he knew he had no

therapy. I still want to see our daughter born, Edwin

Cecilia wasn’t having it.

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