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

the way, moving briskly, his face displaying a

a

said softly, “He’ll

baguettes to Rena and followed Edwin. Edwin was still upset. He led

the door

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

the terrace, her back turned to the

closed the bedroom

small pink wooden crib,

was over

room, and

tender,

were bright

Mark adored Olivia.

then, Olivia woke

eyes

little girl nuzzled closer

felt his eyes well up

supporting her bottom with his hand, and tenderly kissed

know

Olivia couldn’t

snuggled her soft face

Olivia for a while, savoring the sweet milky scent emanating from her body. He adjusted her dress, and then walked out

still standing

flowery dress with a loose long

breeze

Her silhouette looked enchanting.

to sense

Mark remained silent.

gazed at him

for her not

“We were over, but you should consider Edwin. You should have

admitted, his voice choked

deep regret,

chose not to

brushed Olivia’s face with his slender fingers,

and said, “I just got off

in tears for the past two years. I heard you’ve been bringing Olivia to see her. Cecilia, thank you

wasn’t sure what he really meant by

murmured, “I care about her, despite what

“I know.”

spent some time playing with Olivia. Despite his

a while, Mark was

the

you standing here? Let’s go downstairs for dinner. Today, we’re celebrating two joyful

Two joyful occasions?

Mark detected something

mom yet,

eyes didn’t miss

joining us today is

appeared slightly taken

the man once

Mark smiled gently.

“That’s truly a pity.”

Cecilia, he whispered, “I’ll come

that, Mark

more black limousines had arrived at the

doors opened, and a man in his early thirties

air of handsomeness

recognized Mark and greeted him

“Mr. Evans.”

appraised the man for a moment

at

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

to be next

noticed Cecilia sitting

looked lovely, though her eyes were

at the table was

taking Mark’s arm, and whispered to the others, “I’ll see my

Angela’s Library

Mark didn’t decline.

walked slowly toward the

years. She’s been on several blind

they reached the car, Rena’s

is in a

Mark’s gaze was tender.

disheveled

I let

marriage had fallen

and often relied on her parents for

meet someone, and naturally she felt

other hand, Rena seemed

the car door for Mark and said, “Please give my regards to Grandma, and I’ll visit

Mark nodded.

Edwin hiding

Mark’s heart softened.

opened the trunk,

thousands of paper

approached, his eyes fixed

Edwin’s head and said, “I

Angela’s Library

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

Edwin remained silent.

dragged the box

there, his gentle and handsome

two years. He often sits on the terrace, waiting for

raised his head slightly to blinked away his tears and said, “Rena, please

opened the

drive away, leaving Rena standing there for

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 such a sentimental

held onto Waylen’s arm as they walked slowly

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 Cecilia are

Waylen smiled faintly.

with a question, “Are

is my uncle and

lit a cigarette, wrapping his