A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Hearing this, Mark slightly opened his eyes.

Cecilia then helped him take off his coat.

She searched his coat pockets for the medicine bottle. Instead, what she found were a few candies, which were her favorites.

She stared at them for a long time as a million thoughts began racing in her mind.

Meanwhile, Mark felt as though the world around him was spinning.

He gave her hand a slight squeeze as he lethargically looked up at her.

“Cecilia, is there a chance for us to go back in the past? You can call me Uncle Mark, like you used to, and I can treat you as my little girl.”

Even now that Cecilia was a mature woman, Mark still treated her as a little girl.

After saying that, Mark no longer had the energy to listen to her answer. Although his mind was only half-lucid, he still stubbornly held on to her hand. It was as though he was afraid that the moment he let go, all the warmth that he had worked so hard to build would dissipate into thin air.

The light around them was dim.

Cecilia had chosen this crystal chandelier herself-one produced in Ypsila and worth two million dollars.

She liked it very much because of its shiny and gorgeous appearance.

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She thought it would look nice at home.

Although some things remained constant, the same could not be said about people.

She met his pleading eyes and stared at him in silence. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t bring herself to answer him.

After a while, Peter arrived with the doctor.

When Cecilia opened the door, she was somewhat embarrassed.

Thankfully, Peter broke the awkwardness first by saying, “Thank you.

He needs to preserve his health, but he’s clearly not taking care of himself!”

Cecilia forced a smile.

It was obvious that this doctor was completely dedicated to Mark.

After taking Mark’s temperature and performing a thorough physical exam, the doctor remarked, “It’s not that serious. Two injections should be enough to bring down his fever. However, that doesn’t change the fact he needs to be more careful in the future.”

After that, Peter helped Mark up and led him to his bedroom.

There, the doctor gave Mark an injection.

Mark’s body was flat on the bed. His throat bulged as a whisper escaped his lips, uttering a name in his sleep.

With a smile, the doctor said goodbye.

When Peter came back after walking the doctor out, he saw Cecilia standing in front of the French window of the bedroom. The sky outside was dark, and the rain had already subsided.

From behind, Cecilia’s posture exhibited loneliness.

While she was only a simple girl, she was forced to grow up in her relationship with Mark.

Peter warily approached Cecilia, and after hesitating for a while, he said, “Cecilia, I’m not defending him. But I just want to tell you that if it weren’t for you, Edwin, and Olivia, Mr. Evans wouldn’t be alive.

He had narrowly escaped death so many times back in Rouemn.

But I think a lot of people would rather die than go through the pain of treatment.”

Slowly, Cecilia looked up.

Then, after a long silence, she let out a soft sigh and said, “I know.”

She sank her head once again, mustering all her strength just to keep her emotions at bay.

“Mark felt that he failed to do right by me, so he didn’t want to drag me down when he became ill,” she murmured.

“He chose to face his illness alone and prepared for the worst. But Peter, he has thought and accounted for everything but my feeling! Did it ever occur to him that if he really couldn’t make it, I would regret fighting with him and separating from him? Did he ever think that I would blame myself for the rest of my life?”

Peter remained silent, unable to deny it.

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Cecilia flashed a faint smile and continued, “That day, he said that he wanted to accompany me for the prenatal checkups. When I heard that, I almost burst in joy because he wasn’t there with me when I had Edwin. But then, when I went to see him, he had only left me a letter, telling me that I shouldn’t wait for him anymore. From that day on, I took his words to heart and stopped waiting for him.

Although I’m glad that he came back alive, there are some things in the past that you can no longer change.”

To Cecilia, it wasn’t that she no longer loved Mark. Rather, she didn’t see any reason for her to be with him anymore.

Peter knew this as well.

The entire time, he just stayed quiet as he stood by her side and accompanied her.

After a while, Cecilia turned around and smiled.

“Thank you for taking care of him. Because of you, Edwin and Olivia can still have their father.”

When Cecilia left, she felt a hollowness in her chest that was hard to explain.

She was cold and unfeeling. She knew that she shouldn’t get back together with him because if she did, her heart, which had been broken countless times already, might break again into a million pieces. And if that were to happen, she was afraid she could no longer recover from it.

Right now, all she wanted was for herself and Mark to be a family.

Peter walked her downstairs.

When he opened the car door for her, he hesitated for a moment before saying, “Lina and I adopted that child.”

As Cecilia sat in the car, her body froze midway in shock.

Peter patted her on the shoulder and said, “Drive carefully, okay?

Don’t be so absent-minded.”

Cecilia forced a smile.

She then slowly rolled up the window and gently stepped on the accelerator. As the engine revved to life, the red sports car drove away.

The rain had already stopped.

The road ahead of her was filled with puddles of water, which reflected the city’s neon lights. At night, they looked strangely beautiful.

Cecilia turned on the music, and a soothing Love song began to play.

As she drove to the Fowler’s house, she couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her eyes.

Her family had not yet eaten and was waiting for her. Since the children were growing hungry, Rena had made some cookies for them.

Olivia bit her biscuit and ground it using her two

she brought home with her a box of

took the

found three jars of milk powder in the cabinet by accident! The date is actually quite new. Ha-ha! I really think Mark is old and has a bad eyesight. Maybe that’s why he

coughed on her fist

was confused, but when she saw the milk powder,

gnashed her teeth

over and announced, “I’m so

could leave, she felt

it was, she saw Edwin. The little boy looked up at his mother with pouted lips and asked awkwardly, “Where’s my

his face and answered, “He’s not feeling well and went

a long face and

dinner with me. He lied to

not knowing what to

of her hand and ran

Waylen appeared. With a light chuckle, he said, “Edwin is really in denial, isn’t he? He has been thinking about Mark this

gets his personality from? I don’t

scratched her head and let out an embarrassed

the awkward tension in the air, Rena elbowed her

arms around her waist. He pulled her closer and whispered to her ear, “Fine, Mrs. Fowler. I’ll only be teasing you. I love watching you cry and beg

her eyes. She thought Waylen was being

so she could keep

couldn’t share some things to Waylen or even her parents. However, with Rena, she could tell her

her out, Rena comforted

was about to leave, Waylen shot his wife

and her face was serene. Perhaps she had been a mother for such a long time

over his wife’s

say anything and

car that

Peter to

“Looks like your uncle’s willing to

He shouldn’t be this reckless with his own health no matter

help but chastise Mark

he said, “The kids aren’t

Rena shook her head.

too late now.

looked at his wife and asked, “Mrs. Fowler, shall we have a

Rena frowned.

“Aren’t you driving?”

widened even

you drink. It’s so rare for us not to take care of

it wasn’t only Cecilia and Mark who were having a hard time. Waylen and

very well. The thing he was afraid

Cecilia would be so depressed that she might end

Mark came

his neck and said softly, “I

Rena agreed.

and enjoy some nice music while

they used to live before. No one

she found herself silenced

her back was against the wall.

Waylen’s face with both hands as their breaths mingled with each other. Up

you want a

Waylen didn’t say anything.

long brown hair with his slender fingers until his hand reached

Rena wrapped her arms around his

cheeks flushed pink, she asked, “How do you

Waylen could only chuckle.

coat and carried her to the bedroom. From time to time, he would shower her

soft bed, she immediately felt

He grabbed the back of her head and thoroughly kissed her while taking

feel his heat through his light

kiss got, the redder Rena’s face

as she placed her hand

Waylen kiss her even more. After a while, he momentarily pulled away and said,

hand, unfastened his belt. She then yanked the hem of his shirt from his pants and started undoing his shirt

she did, Waylen kept showering her with kisses, trailing her Lips all the way to the back of

his body weight

you

gasped as she placed her arms around his shoulders. It took her a while to finally regain her strength. She pulled him closer and whispered, “Don’t you

I like it very much. I especially

was as stiff as a

time already, the fire between them had been kept alive and burning, never once

for each other’s bodies

staring

reason and fully give herself to him. The

only belonged to

wanting to share a bed with only her for

most romantic thing, the best example of a

for

showered together before laying down in the soft mattress. The bed was so comfortable

in bed together, Waylen turned to look at Rena, wanting

He liked this woman.

with her,

gave it a squeeze. Then, he asked her how

arms, Rena sunk her beautiful chin into his arm and kissed him on the

you want to take stock of this kind of

teeth. He pinched her chin and leaned in to kiss

that moment, lust was starting to burn in his loins

could happen, Rena stopped him, “You have

let out a disappointed sigh and pulled away. Rena then leaned closer to him and whispered to his ear, “I notice you like taking me

first had sex, and that was also Rena’s first time being with

confidently, “I don’t know about other guys, but I surely do. But come and think about it, if it’s any other woman, I don’t think I care about being

care about such things for the

was neither a rigid

to only make love with

his cheek and sighed with a

already 37

and flashed a smile of

already 37, he was still so strong in bed and she had to beg

what it could lead to, Rena didn’t dare

muttered, “Let’s sleep. You have to go to the company tomorrow morning, while I’ll go and

Waylen turned off

really hope that Cecilia can also experience this kind of happiness

stared at the ceiling for a

that was possible, she would’ve already found her

believed this was how

never met the love of her life, then she could be with anyone and