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.

when he woke up, he’d find her safe and sound, sheltered under his watchful

Angela’s Library

Rena was taken aback.

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

silence, Rena whispered, “Are you planning

fixed on her

think it’s

months pregnant now. Moreover, her relationship

recover, how will Cecilia

question tormented Waylen, stirring a mixture of tenderness and sorrow within

that Rena faced greater difficulty in this situation than he

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,

at

moment, Rena was left

enveloped her, sending shivers

silent but wept

emerged hoarse, laden with

believe he’ll just give up

Rena listened quietly.

recall the first call she received from Mark in

“Rena, I’m your

moment, Rena understood that Waylen had made his

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

will you talk to her,

it,” he replied, gently kissing her, preventing

morning, Waylen appeared

Cecilia descended the stairs, she found Waylen sitting on the sofa,

footsteps, Waylen said indifferently, “You missed

her brother, so she

afraid that others will think you have married an old

isn’t really much younger than me. He just takes good

Cecilia burst into laughter.

looped her arm through Ross‘ and teased, “When we get

nearly choked on

Fowler family

his face wearing a

son all too

ceased his laughter,

car, Waylen closed his eyes, seeking a moment’s

silent, afraid her words

sensed that something was amiss with Waylen

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

her lips and hesitated before asking, “But why should

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

Four months?

of Mark’s frail body and pallid face flashed in her

her a while to

what happened to

say it

retrieved a document from the storage cabinet before him, and

be

a skeptical glance at him and

face draining of color. The pathology report indicated that Mark’s estimated life expectancy was less

Less than six months?

could

as she asked,

the hospital for four months now. Dad brought in experts from both home and abroad

this, Cecilia lifted

welled up with

best to hold them

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

a smile, but it looked

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

was silent, and there were stacks of thick folders

those documents for four hours. It’s time to rest. Dr. Clarke will scold you if

still kept his focus

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

Suddenly, Mark’s expression changed.

and now we have two children. I can’t

deep sadness

door, Cecilia was

that Mark was conveying his final wishes,

Peter noticed Cecilia’s presence.

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

remained fixed

could no longer hide

door, said, “Mark,

Mark’s gaze was profound.

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

faintly and agreed,

room and gently closed

The autumn sun streamed in through

out of bed, wearing

muscular build he once had and appeared considerably

retained his

flawless, his eyes had deep

his features

you just standing by the door?

continued to stand at the door, biting her lip

Mark

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

and replied, “I let you down back then, and I’m suffering from this illness. How could I have told you?

rolled down

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 corrected her, “I’m not planning

shifted to the documents on the

some reason, she suddenly lost her

over and angrily pushed the

papers scattered

allowed her to vent her

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

a

a sense of guilt and

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

couldn’t control

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

Cecilia wasn’t having it.

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