A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

The atmosphere in the room became slightly tense.

Cecilia gazed at Mark and slowly asked, “Are you here to visit the children?”

Mark, still holding Olivia in his arms, glanced at Cecilia and Thomas, noting that they looked like a perfect couple.

His expression darkened a bit.

While Mark had visited the children frequently in the past few days, he hadn’t seen Cecilia much due to her work and occasional dates. He didn’t intentionally time his visits when she was at home.

Today, he happened to walk in on this scene.

If he were an ordinary person, he might have felt embarrassed.

However, Mark was quite accomplished a man. Instead of displaying any unhappiness, he stood up and extended his hand to shake Thomas’.

“Hello,” he said.

Thomas was a bit taken aback.

Mark then looked at Cecilia tenderly and said, “Your clothes are wet.

You should change.”

He continued in a caring tone, “Mr. Smith, if you’d like, you can also take a shower and get changed. Waylen’s clothes should fit you.”

Thomas was in a dilemma.

He felt that something was off with Mark’s words, but they also seemed reasonable.

After all, even though Mark had a history with Cecilia, he was still in-law to the Fowler family. And they were indeed drenched. Thus, his suggestion didn’t seem entirely inappropriate.

But…

Cecilia saved Thomas from his dilemma and said gently, “You can leave for now.”

Thomas nodded.

“ALL right, I’ll call you later.”

He quickly left.

Cecilia glanced at Mark but remained silent.

She shook her hair and was about to head upstairs. Mark, following her, asked softly, “How was your date?”

Cecilia paused for a moment, and then replied casually, “We had a good time.”

Mark smiled faintly. When Cecilia went upstairs, he continued to assist his daughter in walking. His expression was very tender, devoid of any trace of unhappiness.

Waylen, who had witnessed the entire scene, couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I have to say, I didn’t realize you had such patience.”

Mark asked, “What do you mean?”

Olivia, weary from her attempts to walk, no longer wanted to continue and clamored Mark to hold her.

Mark, holding his daughter with one arm, prepared to get some warm milk for her. However, he found only enough milk formula for one serving.

He summoned the servant.

The servant hurriedly apologized.

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“Mr. Evans, I’m sorry. I had a lot to do today and forgot.”

Olivia understood the situation and leaned on her father’s shoulder, appearing unhappy.

Mark didn’t make an issue of it with the servant.

He held Olivia with one arm, prepared a fresh bottle of warm milk with the other, and sat down on the sofa to feed her.

Olivia enjoyed drinking milk and held the bottle with both hands.

While Olivia was drinking her milk, Mark watched her tenderly.

Waylen observed them quietly, feeling somewhat unsettled.

Mark had been back for some time, taking control of the company and making bold and decisive decisions, which contrasted with the gentle and loving demeanor he displayed at home.

It was a stark difference from the Mark Waylen knew.

Waylen couldn’t help but think that Mark was quite accommodating.

Mark remained composed. He behaved like the perfect ex-husband around Cecilia and Thomas, which amazed the Fowlers.

Mark finished feeding Olivia who grew drowsy after drinking her milk.

She slept on Mark’s shoulder, her skin flawless and her eyelashes long.

A truly adorable sight.

Mark carefully carried her upstairs.

Waylen watched without saying anything to stop Mark. He just shook his head slightly.

On the second floor, Cecilia had already taken a shower and changed into comfortable clothing.

She had also dried her long hair.

Mark entered with Olivia in his arms, and after observing Cecilia for a moment, he said softly, “She’s asleep. Stay with her for a while.

I’ll go buy more milk powder. She’s out of milk powder.”

Cecilia took the baby and carefully placed Olivia in her crib.

It seemed that she had contemplated the situation because she said softly, “If you want to visit the children in the future, please come on Saturdays and Sundays. It’s more convenient.”

Mark appeared somewhat surprised.

He asked after a brief pause, “Are you concerned that Thomas might be upset if he sees me?”

Cecilia nodded.

“Yes, it wouldn’t be appropriate.”

Unexpectedly, Mark agreed.

“Alright, I’ll do my best to visit on Saturdays and Sundays. If I do come during the weekdays, I’ll leave before dinner. I’ll try not to cause you any inconvenience.”

her lips and remained silent, her gaze focused on

caring tone, as if he were her

a bit

shared a few meals with him, but she

she didn’t want to appear frustrated to

she casually replied, “We get along

Mark smiled.

the future, I can take care of the two

couldn’t bear Mark’s

welled

further and said in a hushed voice,

didn’t feel at ease until

sat down in a daze. She couldn’t quite decipher her feelings for Mark at this point, but she knew that seeing him alive

want to think

objections to her family arranging her date

Mark had returned.

Cecilia thought she needed to find

to drive

go instead due

put on his coat and replied,

umbrella in hand, he walked to

had just finished school and saw

to buy

you like to come with me?

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Edwin hesitated.

with his father and dine alone with him, things were

Edwin felt torn.

finally said, “I need

Mark looked disappointed.

stepped out of the car and saw their interaction, He consoled Mark, saying, “If

you for looking out for

at Mark’s car as

sensed that something was

nearly 6 p.m.. He couldn’t find the milk powder at any of the stores. Unfortunately, the milk powder they needed was in high demand, and there were recent import

rain continued

half past nine in the

a small desk to the door, working on his homework while keeping an eye

Olivia wanted milk again.

at

Mark, who told her what

she said softly,

feed Olivia

By the time he opened the car door, half of his body was

and drying himself with a towel, he said, “I’ll check a few more stores to see if they

asked, “Do you know

you realize how heavy the

was seated in the car,

“But Olivia needs milk tonight. I’m her

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a few more stores to get her milk powder isn’t a

couldn’t hold back

that she is your daughter? What have you been doing for the past two years? You… Yes, you were unwell and had to stay away. But what are you doing

there was

touched the steering wheel and asked softly, “If I were to do that, would you worry

“Nol”

hung up the phone after saying that, but she

are you

his location, checked the

already grabbed her car

Duefron than you are. I know where to buy the milk

held onto his

continued to pour, and the windshield wipers

heard the most

said she would come

long, he could finally

he was

Cecilia still loved him and couldn’t move

Cecilia’s car slowly pulled up

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out of her car

to look

alley near the main road ahead and there’s this store. They should have milk powder from this brand we

in his

and whispered,

gently held her hand and added, “I might

Cecilia furrowed her brow.

his forehead and found that it was

scold, “Are you out of your mind? You’re not in good health, and yet you ventured

you afraid that…

on her

bring herself to

again. He said gently, can’t go back like this. My mother will be

to a hotel and book a room for

go to a hotel

It was inappropriate.

needed

surroundings and found that they were only a five -minute drive from

Road. And I’ll have Peter come over and look

on buying the milk powder for Olivia first. They eventually purchased a box of

her own

Gamous Road residence, Mark’s condition had deteriorated. She was concerned for him and didn’t want him to go upstairs on his own, so

Mark was behaved.

return, he hadn’t overstepped any boundaries

were behaving like a typical divorced

shared connection was

elevator doors opened, Mark took a few steps toward the door and said, “The keys are in

reached into

in

her body wash’s fragrance and the distinct scent of a mature woman on

remembered that scent very

to retrieve the keys from his pocket, but her hand couldn’t find them. She looked up and said, “There are no

was likely feeling

his head slightly, and his Adam’s apple

gazed down at

“They’re in the pocket

and reached into his trouser pocket, finding a set of

she had barely touched the keys when