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

led the way, moving briskly, his face

felt a

said softly, “He’ll come around

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

knocked on the door and

this feminine bedroom countless times, but the presence of a little baby seemed to

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

quietly closed the

a small pink wooden

baby was over

room, and the

tender, with brown

were bright and attractive, in contrast to

Mark adored Olivia.

Olivia

curious, bright eyes locked

of shying away, the little girl nuzzled closer

his eyes

Olivia, supporting her bottom with his hand,

know I’m your

Olivia

merrily and snuggled her

the sweet milky scent emanating from her body. He adjusted her

was still standing

dress with a loose long cardigan, her long black hair cascading down her

gentle breeze rustled

Her silhouette looked enchanting.

in his arms, and Cecilia seemed to sense his presence. She softly said, “I thought you wouldn’t

Mark remained silent.

at him with reddened eyes and nose,

motioned for her not to

but you should consider Edwin. You should

his voice choked

deep regret, his words

chose not

his slender fingers, and then gave

faintly and said, “I just got off the plane and

past two years. I heard you’ve been bringing Olivia

wasn’t sure what he really

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

“I know.”

playing with Olivia. Despite his recent illness,

was about to bid

room and noticed the two of them

dinner. Today, we’re celebrating two joyful occasions

Two joyful occasions?

hearing this, Mark detected something amiss and smiled

join you. I haven’t seen my mom yet, and I’d like

keen eyes didn’t

pity! The gentleman joining us today is from the Smith

appeared slightly

had met the man once but

Mark smiled gently.

“That’s truly a pity.”

he whispered, “I’ll come to visit

that, Mark descended

had arrived at the Fowler family’s

a man in

exuded an air

Mark and greeted him

“Mr. Evans.”

appraised the man for

at that

man, Thomas Smith, to sit down and enjoy

happened to be next

Cecilia sitting next to

looked lovely, though her eyes

atmosphere at the

and whispered to the others, “I’ll

Angela’s Library

Mark didn’t decline.

two walked slowly toward the parking

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

they reached the car, Rena’s

in

Mark’s gaze was tender.

disheveled hair, patting

understand. I

marriage had fallen

had children and often relied on her

her to meet someone, and naturally she felt she couldn’t

hand, Rena seemed more at

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

Mark nodded.

settled inside the car, he noticed Edwin hiding behind the garden fountain,

Mark’s heart softened.

the trunk, and retrieved a large

thousands of

his eyes fixed

and said, “I missed you

Angela’s Library

fold a paper plane. At night,

Edwin remained silent.

then dragged

continued to squat there, his gentle and handsome

hasn’t spoken much in the past two years. He often sits on the terrace, waiting for an airplane to appear

raised his head slightly to blinked away his tears

stood up, opened the car door, and

began to drive away, leaving

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

Waylen’s arm as they walked

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

Waylen smiled faintly.

with a question,

my uncle and the other is

lit a cigarette, wrapping