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.”

and remained silent, her gaze focused

didn’t leave immediately. He asked with a caring tone, as if he were her family, “How well do you

felt a bit

few times and had shared a few meals with him, but she hadn’t really

she didn’t want to appear frustrated

casually replied, “We get along

Mark smiled.

take care

couldn’t bear

eyes welled up

and said in a hushed voice, “I’m

didn’t feel at ease until he

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

to

her family arranging her

Mark had returned.

to

to drive out by

go instead due to

coat and

umbrella in hand, he walked

finished school and

to buy some milk powder for

come with me? We can have

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Edwin hesitated.

to be exciting for him to drive with his father

Edwin felt torn.

“I need to do my

Mark looked disappointed.

driver, Ross, had also stepped out of the car and saw their interaction, He consoled Mark, saying, “If Edwin doesn’t finish his

politely, “Thank you for looking out for

car as he

that something was different about Mark this

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 issues, causing it

rain continued

past nine in the evening, Mark

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

Olivia wanted milk again.

looked at Cecilia

who told her what

said softly, looking at the

to feed Olivia some baby

a baby store. By the time he opened the car door, half of

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

tone strained, asked, “Do you know what time

you realize how heavy the

in the

softly, “But Olivia needs milk tonight. I’m

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stores to get her milk powder isn’t

hold

you were unwell and had to stay away. But what

there was

softly, “If I

“Nol”

should have hung up the phone after

are you right

shared his location, checked the weather, and added, “Don’t come

had already grabbed her car keys and headed

Duefron than you are. I know where to buy

held onto

car. The rain continued to pour, and the windshield wipers swayed back

the

said she would come

away for so long,

he was a scheming

still loved him and couldn’t move on, and he took

an hour later, Cecilia’s car slowly

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her car and entered Mark’s

turned to look

straight ahead and said softly, “There’s an alley near the main road ahead and there’s this store. They should have

reclined in

her and whispered,

gently held her hand and added, “I might have

Cecilia furrowed her brow.

his forehead and found that it was

you out of your mind? You’re not in good health,

afraid

on her

herself to

again. He said gently, can’t go

hotel and book a room for me. I’ll

to a hotel with

It was inappropriate.

he needed a

looked the surroundings and found that they were only a

you to Gamous Road. And I’ll

But he insisted on buying the milk powder for Olivia first. They eventually purchased a box

drove her

residence, Mark’s condition had deteriorated. She was concerned for him and didn’t want

Mark was behaved.

return, he hadn’t overstepped any boundaries or made any

behaving like a

connection was

doors opened, Mark took a few steps toward the door and said, “The keys are in my pocket. Get

reached into his upper

were in

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

that scent

retrieve the keys from his pocket, but her hand couldn’t find them. She looked up

was likely feeling

slightly, and his Adam’s apple

down at

he said, “They’re in the pocket of

one hand and reached into his trouser pocket,

the keys when he held her hand