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.

replied, “She is in mom’s

briskly, his face displaying

felt a bit

said softly, “He’ll come around

followed Edwin. Edwin was still upset. He led Mark to the

knocked on the

countless times, but the presence of a little baby seemed to infuse it with an extra sweet scent that hung in the

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

closed the

pink wooden crib, where Olivia

baby was over a year

room,

baby was tender, with

features were bright and attractive,

Mark adored Olivia.

Olivia woke

curious, bright eyes

down, scooped her up, and, instead of shying away, the little girl nuzzled

felt his eyes well up

bottom with his

you know I’m your

Olivia

snuggled

while, savoring the sweet milky scent emanating from her body. He adjusted her dress, and then walked out to the terrace

still standing

loose long

gentle breeze

Her silhouette looked enchanting.

and Cecilia seemed to sense his presence. She softly said, “I thought

Mark remained silent.

and gazed at him with reddened eyes

motioned for her not to

over, but you should consider Edwin.

Mark admitted, his

deep regret,

chose not to

fingers, and then gave her a pair of exquisite bracelets he had purchased in

just

been in tears for the past two years. I heard

sure what he really

her emotions and murmured, “I

“I know.”

time playing with Olivia. Despite his recent illness,

a while, Mark was about to bid Cecilia

noticed the two of them engaged in a

over and kissed her. He then turned to them and asked, “What are you standing here? Let’s go downstairs for dinner. Today, we’re celebrating two joyful occasions simultaneously.

Two joyful occasions?

detected

mom yet,

keen eyes didn’t miss the

a pity! The gentleman joining us today is from the Smith family,

slightly

the man once

Mark smiled gently.

“That’s truly a pity.”

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

Mark descended

limousines had arrived at the Fowler family’s

opened, and a man in his

exuded an air of handsomeness and

man recognized Mark and greeted him

“Mr. Evans.”

the

arrived at

for the young man, Thomas Smith, to

happened to be next to

and noticed Cecilia sitting next to

lovely, though her eyes were

atmosphere at the table

whispered to the others, “I’ll see

Angela’s Library

Mark didn’t decline.

slowly

had an easy time these past two years. She’s been on several blind

the car, Rena’s brows

is in a difficult

Mark’s gaze was tender.

her disheveled hair, patting her shoulder

understand. I let

marriage had fallen

often relied on her

had arranged for her to meet someone, and

other hand, Rena seemed more at

and said, “Please give my

Mark nodded.

car, he noticed Edwin

Mark’s heart softened.

exited the car, opened the

thousands of

eyes fixed

touched Edwin’s head and said, “I missed

Angela’s Library

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

Edwin remained silent.

then dragged

his gentle and handsome face revealing

two years. He often

his head slightly to blinked away his tears and said,

opened the car door, and got

Audis began to drive away, leaving Rena standing

approached her, noting that her eyes were slightly red, and he said softly, “Your eyes aren’t red because you got something in them, right? I don’t think Mrs. Gordon is

held onto Waylen’s arm as

man from the Smith family today of all days? I can see that both Uncle Mark

Waylen smiled faintly.

with a question, “Are you

am worried about them. One is my uncle and

and lit a cigarette, wrapping his arm around