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

a bit

“He’ll

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

the door and

the presence of a little baby

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

quietly closed the

wooden crib, where

over

filled the room,

tender, with

Alexis, though her features were bright and attractive, in

Mark adored Olivia.

Olivia woke

eyes locked

and, instead of shying away, the little girl

his eyes well up

her bottom with his

you know I’m your

course, Olivia

and snuggled her soft face against

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

still

long cardigan, her long

gentle breeze

Her silhouette looked enchanting.

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

Mark remained silent.

head slightly, turned around, and gazed at him with reddened eyes and nose, indicating that she had been

her

over, but you should consider Edwin. You should have at least

know.” Mark admitted, his

his deep regret, his words

not

brushed Olivia’s face with his slender fingers, and then gave her a

said, “I just got off the plane and came

two years. I heard you’ve been bringing Olivia to see her. Cecilia, thank

really meant

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

“I know.”

time playing with Olivia. Despite

was about to

the room and noticed the two of them engaged in

took Olivia 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. My parents are in high spirits, so they’ve requested the chef to prepare

Two joyful occasions?

hearing this, Mark detected something amiss

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

eyes didn’t miss

is from the Smith family, and

appeared slightly

had met the man once but

Mark smiled gently.

“That’s truly a pity.”

whispered, “I’ll come to visit the

that, Mark descended

arrived at the Fowler family’s

man

exuded an air of

man recognized Mark and greeted him

“Mr. Evans.”

and appraised the man

at that

man, Thomas Smith, to

happened to be next

Cecilia sitting

looked lovely, though her eyes

the table

and whispered

Angela’s Library

Mark didn’t decline.

two walked slowly toward the

Cecilia hasn’t had an easy time these past two years. She’s been on several

the car, Rena’s

is in a

Mark’s gaze was tender.

disheveled hair, patting

I let

marriage had fallen

children and often relied on her parents for

someone, and naturally

other hand, Rena seemed

my regards to Grandma, and I’ll visit her in a couple of

Mark nodded.

noticed Edwin

Mark’s heart softened.

opened the trunk, and retrieved a large

of paper

cautiously approached, his eyes

touched Edwin’s head and said, “I

Angela’s Library

fold a paper plane. At night, I could take a paper plane and imagine

Edwin remained silent.

then dragged the

gentle and

in the past two years. He often

raised his head slightly to blinked away his tears and said,

the car door,

leaving Rena standing there for

aren’t red because you got something in them, right? I don’t think Mrs. Gordon

onto Waylen’s arm as they walked slowly

did you invite the young man

Waylen smiled faintly.

with a question, “Are you concerned

I am worried about them. One is my uncle and the other

lit a cigarette, wrapping his arm