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 mom’s

moving briskly, his face displaying a

felt a

softly, “He’ll come

and followed Edwin. Edwin was still upset. He led Mark to the second floor before rushing off

the door and

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

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

quietly closed the

small pink wooden crib, where Olivia was

was over a year

filled the room, and the

was tender, with

were bright and attractive, in contrast to

Mark adored Olivia.

then, Olivia woke

eyes locked

leaned down, scooped her up, and, instead of shying away, the little girl nuzzled closer to him. She softly babbled some words

felt his eyes well up with

cradled Olivia, supporting her bottom with his hand, and tenderly

know

course, Olivia couldn’t

and snuggled her soft face

emanating from her body. He adjusted her dress, and then

was still

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

gentle breeze

Her silhouette looked enchanting.

child in his arms, and Cecilia seemed to sense his presence. She softly said, “I

Mark remained silent.

him with reddened eyes

motioned for her

over, but you should consider

admitted, his voice

his deep regret,

chose not

face with his slender fingers, and then gave her a pair of exquisite bracelets he had purchased

said, “I just

been in tears for the past two years. I heard you’ve been bringing Olivia to

wasn’t sure what he really meant by saying

murmured, “I care about her, despite what

“I know.”

Despite his

was about

and noticed the two of them engaged

two joyful occasions simultaneously. My parents

Two joyful occasions?

detected something amiss and

don’t think I’ll join you. I haven’t seen my mom yet, and I’d like to visit

didn’t miss the

gentleman joining us today is from the

slightly taken

man once but hadn’t given it much

Mark smiled gently.

“That’s truly a pity.”

Cecilia, he whispered, “I’ll come to visit the children on another

that, Mark

more black limousines had arrived at the Fowler

doors opened, and a man

exuded an air of handsomeness

man recognized Mark and greeted

“Mr. Evans.”

also stopped and appraised the man for a moment

at that

young man, Thomas Smith, to

to be next to

and noticed Cecilia

lovely, though her eyes were slightly

the table was

and whispered to the others, “I’ll see my

Angela’s Library

Mark didn’t decline.

slowly toward the parking

years.

they reached the

in a

Mark’s gaze was tender.

Rena adjust her disheveled hair,

I let

had fallen

had children and often relied

meet someone,

Rena seemed

said, “Please give my regards to Grandma, and

Mark nodded.

Edwin hiding behind the garden fountain, discreetly following

Mark’s heart softened.

the car, opened the trunk,

thousands of paper planes

approached, his eyes fixed on the

head and said,

Angela’s Library

I would fold a paper plane. At night, I could take a paper plane

Edwin remained silent.

then dragged the box

to squat there, his gentle and handsome face revealing

spoken much in the past two years. He often sits on

his head slightly to blinked away his tears and

opened the

to drive away, leaving Rena

he said softly, “Your eyes aren’t red because you got something in them, right? I don’t think Mrs. Gordon is such a

Waylen’s arm as they walked

they couldn’t discuss as a couple. Rena asked softly, “Why did you invite the young man from the Smith family today of all days? I can see that both Uncle Mark and

Waylen smiled faintly.

replied with a question,

them. One is my uncle and

lit a cigarette, wrapping