A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1831-1840

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.”

lips and remained silent,

caring tone, as if he were her family, “How well do

felt a bit

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

to

replied, “We

Mark smiled.

can take care of the two children. You

couldn’t bear Mark’s words

eyes welled

further and said in a hushed voice, “I’m going to

didn’t feel at

a daze. She couldn’t quite decipher her feelings for

to think about anything

objections to her family

Mark had returned.

needed to find

drive out

had offered to go instead due to

put on his coat and replied, “It’s

umbrella in hand, he walked

had just finished school

him, “I’m going to buy some milk powder for

come with me? We can

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Edwin hesitated.

for him to drive with his father and dine alone with him, things were different

Edwin felt torn.

said, “I need to

Mark looked disappointed.

saw their interaction, He consoled Mark, saying, “If Edwin

“Thank you for looking out

car as he

something was different

drove out, it 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

continued to

the evening, Mark still hadn’t

the door, working on his

Olivia wanted milk again.

at

Mark, who told her what

then,” she said softly,

decided to feed Olivia some baby food

Mark was exiting a baby store. By the time he opened the car door, half of his body was

and drying himself with a towel, he said, “I’ll

asked, “Do you

realize how heavy the rain

seated in the car,

replied softly, “But Olivia needs

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

couldn’t hold back

had to stay away. But what are you doing now? Do you want to get soaked in the rain,

there was silence on both

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

“Nol”

up the phone after saying that,

are you right

the weather, and added, “Don’t

already grabbed her car

there. I’m more familiar with Duefron than you are. I know where to

held onto

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

had heard the most heartwarming

she would

long, he could

he was a

loved him and couldn’t move on,

hour later, Cecilia’s car slowly pulled

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out of her car and entered

turned to

“There’s an alley near the main road ahead and there’s this store.

in

at her and whispered, “Can

and added, “I might

Cecilia furrowed her brow.

that

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

you afraid

choked on her

herself to say

gently, can’t go back

for me. I’ll be fine after

to

It was inappropriate.

needed a

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

take you to Gamous Road. And I’ll have Peter come over and look

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

drove her

for him and didn’t

Mark was behaved.

hadn’t overstepped any boundaries or made any flirtatious

were behaving like a typical divorced

connection was their

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

reached into his upper

in close

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

remembered that

his pocket, but her hand couldn’t find them. She looked

likely

slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed subtly. It

gazed down

said, “They’re in the

and reached into his trouser pocket, finding a set of

barely touched the keys when he held her

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