A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

When Mark heard this, he looked at his phone.

After some time, he smiled and said, “Okay.”

Just then, the door was pushed open and a young doctor with blonde hair and blue eyes walked in.

“Mr. Evans, I want to talk to you about your condition,” he said to Mark.

Peter cursed the doctor in his mind.

Why did he choose to come at this particular time?

Nevertheless, Peter watched as Mark took the report from the doctor and read it. But all of a sudden, the originally happy smile on Mark’s face froze.

Peter’s heart skipped a beat when he noticed this.

“Wie have a new plan,” the young doctor said.

“But the course of treatment will be longer. It will take a year. The process will be very painful, but the chance of success could be increased from five percent to thirty percent. I just want to ask for your personal opinion, Mr. Evans. And of course, it will cost a lot of money.”

Thirty percent chance to live?

“I agree,” Mark said without hesitation.

The young doctor then handed him a document and asked him to read and sign it.

Mark no Longer had any energy to read another document, so he asked Peter to read it for him. Peter obeyed. After reading it, he kept quiet.

The treatment was indeed aggressive and painful. Any ordinary person would definitely give up, but Peter knew how much Mark wanted to live, so he said to his boss, “No problem. I’ll be there with you.”

Mark then took the pen and signed the form.

After signing, he slowly put down the pen and said, “I hope we can return home this time next year for a much-needed family reunion.”

He was hoping that he would still be alive by then.

Fourteen months soon came and went.

During spring, all things came back to life and the weather became warm again.

After Cecilia finished her work for the day, she drove back home.

The only thing on her mind was Olivia.

The 14-month-old baby hadn’t been completely weaned yet.

When she got home, she stepped down from the car with a bag of baguettes in her hand as usual

It was Marcus’ favorite food.

But Cecilia was moving slower than usual today. The reason was right in front of her–The Fowler residence was different today. There were several black Audis parked at the gate of the villa, and the fountain that hadn’t been working in a long time was now working.

At some point, she came to a complete halt.

She had just seen a handsome figure standing in the garden.

He was still thin, but he looked a lot better than he was the last time she saw him.

It was spring and he was wearing a dark brown sweater and a thin wool coat.

The bag of baguettes in Cecilia’s hand fell to the ground as she recognized the man she had been staring at.

“Mark,” she whispered with a gasp.

Mark had returned.

He had indeed comeback.

Cecilia had frequently experienced abrupt awakenings from her dreams, fearing that Mark had died.

News had circulated that he had been improving over the past six months, leading her to expect contact from him. However, he had never reached out to her.

Now, out of the blue, he had reappeared.

It was just like that evening many years ago when several Audis suddenly showed up at the villa. She was all frustrated because of Harold. Hearing the noise downstairs, she went to check and saw Mark there.

Cecilia’s eyes welled up with tears.

She stood motionless, gazing at Mark, while everything around them seemed to grow quiet.

Her mind went blank.

The only thing she knew was that he had returned.

Mark, too, looked at her with longing in his eyes.

She looked as beautiful as ever but had also matured.

Finally, Cecilia snapped back to reality. Her lips quivered, and her face turned unusually red. She bent down to conceal her emotions and began to pick up the bread that had fallen to the ground.

“They’re dirty. You can buy new ones next time.” Mark bent down to assist her.

Their hands grazed.

The simple touch of her skin elicited a strong reaction, and she suddenly stood up.

She left the baguettes on the ground and stumbled away.

Mark stood up and watched her retreating figure.

At the same time, Rena walked over slowly.

She held Edwin’s hand. Edwin appeared composed, but his dark eyes were fixed on Mark.

It was as though Edwin feared that Mark might disappear again.

“Uncle Mark!” Rena’s voice quivered slightly.

She looked up at Mark with admiration in her eyes. Her voice carried a hint of impending tears.

Over the past two years, she had visited Rouemn more than 20 times.

She had witnessed Mark’s most painful moments.

She knew how hard it had been for him to stand here today.

Thankfully, it was all over, and the future looked promising.

Mark gently patted Rena and bent down to look at Edwin. He asked gently, “Can you take me to see your sister?”

Edwin still maintained his stoic expression.

Mark felt a pang in his heart. He extended his hand to touch the little boy’s head, and said, “Silly boy.”

Edwin pursed his Lips.

“She is in

led the way, moving briskly, his face displaying a touch

felt a bit

softly, “He’ll come

Edwin was still upset. He

the

of a little baby seemed to infuse it with an extra sweet scent that hung

was standing on the terrace, her back turned to the Light, making it difficult for Mark

closed

small pink wooden

baby was over a

filled the room, and the baby

tender, with brown

bright and attractive, in contrast to

Mark adored Olivia.

then, Olivia woke

bright eyes

up, and, instead of shying away, the little girl nuzzled closer to him. She

eyes well

supporting her bottom with

you know I’m

course, Olivia

and snuggled

while, savoring the sweet milky scent emanating from her body. He

still standing

wore a flowery dress with a loose long cardigan, her long

breeze

Her silhouette looked enchanting.

with the child in his arms, and Cecilia seemed to sense

Mark remained silent.

at him with reddened eyes and nose, indicating that

her not

over, but you should consider Edwin. You should have at least said goodbye

know.” Mark admitted, his voice choked with

deep regret, his

chose not

arms, softly brushed Olivia’s face with his slender fingers, and then gave her a

smiled faintly and said, “I just

seen my mom yet. She’s been in tears for the past two years. I heard you’ve been

he really meant by saying all

emotions and murmured, “I care about her, despite what

“I know.”

time playing with Olivia. Despite his

Mark was about to bid

room and noticed the two of them

we’re celebrating two joyful occasions simultaneously. My parents are in high spirits, so they’ve requested the chef to prepare several of Mark’s preferred dishes to

Two joyful occasions?

Mark detected something amiss and smiled

haven’t seen my mom yet, and I’d like to visit her

keen eyes didn’t

a pity! The gentleman joining us today is from

slightly taken

the man once but hadn’t

Mark smiled gently.

“That’s truly a pity.”

“I’ll come to visit

that, Mark

more black limousines had arrived at the

car doors opened, and a man in his early

air of

man recognized Mark and

“Mr. Evans.”

also stopped and appraised the man for a moment before

arrived at

greeting Mark, Korbyn signaled for the young man, Thomas Smith, to sit down and

seat happened to

and noticed Cecilia sitting next

though her eyes

atmosphere at the table

taking Mark’s arm, and whispered to the

Angela’s Library

Mark didn’t decline.

walked slowly toward the

years. She’s been on several blind dates, but hasn’t met

the car,

is in a

Mark’s gaze was tender.

her disheveled hair, patting her shoulder

understand. I let

had

had children and often relied on her parents

her to meet someone, and naturally

Rena

Mark and said, “Please give my regards to Grandma, and I’ll

Mark nodded.

car, he noticed Edwin hiding behind the garden fountain, discreetly

Mark’s heart softened.

car, opened the trunk, and retrieved

were thousands of

cautiously approached, his eyes

Edwin’s head and said,

Angela’s Library

fold a paper plane. At night, I

Edwin remained silent.

then dragged the box

there, his gentle and handsome face

past two years. He often sits on the terrace, waiting for an airplane to appear in

head slightly to blinked away

the

leaving

eyes were slightly red, and he said softly, “Your eyes aren’t red

onto Waylen’s arm as they walked slowly towards

couple. Rena asked softly, “Why did you invite the young man from the Smith family today of all days? I can see that

Waylen smiled faintly.

replied with a question, “Are you concerned

uncle and the

lit a cigarette, wrapping his arm