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

his face displaying a touch of

a bit

said softly, “He’ll

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

the

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 in the

the terrace, her back turned to the Light, making

quietly closed the bedroom

pink wooden

over a year

filled the room, and the

tender, with

features were bright and attractive, in contrast to Alexis’ delicate

Mark adored Olivia.

Olivia

bright eyes locked onto

of shying away, the little

felt his eyes well

cradled Olivia, supporting her bottom with his

did you know I’m your

course, Olivia couldn’t

merrily and snuggled

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

still

a flowery dress with a loose long

breeze rustled

Her silhouette looked enchanting.

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

Mark remained silent.

him with reddened eyes and nose, indicating that

her

said in a hushed tone, “We were over, but you should consider Edwin. You should have at least

his voice

his deep regret, his

not

his slender fingers, and then gave her a pair of exquisite bracelets he

smiled faintly and said, “I just got off

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

he really meant by saying all

and murmured, “I care about her, despite what

“I know.”

some time playing with Olivia. Despite his recent illness,

was about

entered the room and noticed the

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

Two joyful occasions?

this, Mark detected something amiss and smiled

yet, and I’d like to visit her first. Let’s have dinner another

eyes didn’t miss the

The gentleman joining us today is from the

appeared slightly

once but hadn’t given it

Mark smiled gently.

“That’s truly a pity.”

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

that, Mark descended the

limousines had arrived at the

opened, and a man in his early thirties stepped

exuded an air of handsomeness and

man recognized Mark and

“Mr. Evans.”

and appraised the man for

at

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

assigned seat happened to be

Cecilia sitting next to

looked lovely, though her eyes

at the

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

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Mark didn’t decline.

walked slowly toward the

Mark, Cecilia hasn’t had an easy time these past two years. She’s been on several blind dates, but hasn’t met anyone

reached the car, Rena’s brows

in

Mark’s gaze was tender.

her disheveled

understand. I

had

and often relied on her parents

arranged for her to meet someone,

hand, Rena seemed more at

said, “Please give my regards to Grandma, and I’ll visit her in

Mark nodded.

noticed Edwin hiding behind the garden fountain, discreetly following

Mark’s heart softened.

the car, opened the trunk, and retrieved a large

thousands of paper

eyes fixed on the

gently touched Edwin’s head and said, “I

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

Edwin remained silent.

dragged the

his gentle and handsome face

He often

raised his head slightly to blinked away his tears

up, opened the car door,

leaving Rena standing

aren’t red because you got something in them, right? I don’t

Waylen’s arm as they walked slowly

Rena asked softly, “Why did you invite the young man from

Waylen smiled faintly.

a question, “Are

my uncle

and lit a cigarette, wrapping his arm