A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Chapter 1881-1890
For a moment, Cecilia just watched them in silence. Then, notifying Mark of her intention, she ascended the stairs.
Mark’s attention remained fixed on Olivia.
Edwin observed Mark, a thought brewing in his mind.
After a moment, he ventured, “Mom’s not with Mr. Smith anymore. Dad… does that make you happy?”
Mark hesitated.
The complexities of adult relationships weren’t something easily distilled into simple words.
Yet, Mark understood the crux of what Edwin sought.
Turning to him, Mark responded gently, “Your mom’s having a tough time. Try to be there more for her and help look after your sister, okay?”
Edwin nestled up to Mark, pressing his lips together in thought.
The question hanging in the air was whether Edwin would like to spend a few more days with him. Though the boy yearned to stay with his father, he couldn’t bear the thought of parting from his sister, his goodnight kiss to her a cherished ritual.
After wrestling with the idea, Edwin inquired, “Can I bring Olivia along?”
Mark shared the wish to have Olivia over, but her tender age made it impractical. She needed her mother’s presence.
Edwin’s desire to remain with his father was palpable.
Sitting close, he ran his fingers through his sister’s brown locks, his tone mature beyond his years.
“Olivia, I’ll be away for a week.
I’ll come back next week, I promise.”
Bottle in hand, Olivia paused to gaze at her brother with her bright, black eyes.
Overcome with affection, Edwin leaned in for a kiss.
He whispered, “So adorable.”
After Olivia’s feeding, Mark spent some time playing with her before ascending the stairs to hand her over to Cecilia.
Cecilia was propped against the sofa, script in hand.
Beside her stood a treadmill. Mark set Olivia down, allowing her some space to play.
“What’s up?” Cecilia lifted her gaze to inquire.
Taking a seat opposite her, Mark studied Cecilia’s eyes, noticing the slight redness.
He couldn’t tell if it was from lack of sleep or the melancholy of parting ways with Thomas. Although he yearned to know, it wasn’t his place to ask. After a pause, he ventured, “You and he…”
“Wie broke up,” interjected Cecilia, her tone casual.
She then strolled over to the window, reaching for her coffee cup.
Mark’s eyes followed her, noting a touch of solitude in her posture.
She was still in her early 30s, he thought, surely she yearned for companionship. He’d encountered Thomas a few times, and the man seemed to mesh well with Cecilia. Love aside, Mark believed they could have had a fulfilling life post-marriage.
His emotions were a tangle.
It was a blend of relief and self-reproach.
Olivia, in her playful zest, scampered toward Mark, intending to Leap into his embrace, but the treadmill stood in her path.
She stamped her little feet, craning her neck to look up at him.
In response, Mark scooped her up.
Olivia’s arms found their way around Mark’s neck. Admiring how handsome her father was, she planted kisses on his face, leaving a trail of drool on his chin.
Mark didn’t mind.
He ambled slowly behind Cecilia, Olivia secure in his hold.
After what felt like an eternity, he managed to ask, “Did you care for him?”
Eyes downcast, Cecilia offered a smile.
“If I admit I did, would you cease to appear before me, or stop visiting my house?”
A pang of pain shot through Mark’s heart.
They were both acutely aware of her split with Thomas.
Yet, Mark couldn’t make that promise.
He accepted his own selfishness, understanding that when someone craves something deeply, they might just do anything to obtain it.
Cecilia’s demeanor remained even.
“Mark, there’s no hidden message here. I’m simply stating that Edwin and Olivia hold more space in my heart than anyone else… It’s not about you.”
Her words, stark and grounded in reality, stung.
But they were Mark’s to bear.
He grasped her intent. She was signaling her rejection, not just of his advances but of any romantic entanglement.
Though she’d ended things with Thomas, she still didn’t envision a future with Mark.
Mark nodded in acquiescence.
“I understand.”
“What do you understand?”
Cecilia spun around, tears brimming in her eyes, a hint of anger in her voice.
Yet, there Mark stood, Olivia in his arms, the little one busily smearing her saliva on his chin with a look of innocent delight.
Beneath it all, Mark’s gaze held a profound depth.
And in that moment, his allure remained undiminished, even amidst the domestic chaos.
Cecilia held back her rising irritation.
Mark, ever perceptive, sensed it. He playfully tapped Olivia’s backside, remarking, “Your cute little devil.”
Oblivious, Olivia merely wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and planted a kiss on him.
Mark didn’t beat around the bush.
He handed Olivia to Cecilia, his hand lingering on the child’s soft cheek for a moment.
older, let me look after her for some time. I’m taking Edwin
eyes shifted
agree to
the question, Edwin emerged upstairs, schoolbag slung over
herself
her son’s attire with one hand, and relayed
gaze never wavered
a quality that never failed to
listen to your grandma…
Edwin nodded in affirmation.
and shared a parting
breath grazing
lifted to
her shoulder
to get some
could muster a retort,
stairs, they encountered
Mark greeted him politely.
tea with a leisurely air, remarked with a smirk, “Hearing you
better now
a fan of Mark, Korbyn harbored a deep
boy over with a wave, ruffling his hair and planting
final words carried
matters neither her mother nor I need fret over. But just remember, as long as we’re here, no one’s
implication wasn’t lost
free to woo Cecilia, but
held a
“I understand, Dad.”
flicker of discomfort crossed Korbyn’s features, finding Mark’s familiarity
that. You are no longer married
a simple,
in tow, Mark headed back. Midway, his phone rang;
call concerned
question caught
“Is Rena with you?”
steering wheel, Mark hesitated before replying, “No, she’s not here.
Concerned, Mark probed further.
cough was a prelude to
Angela’s Library
had a bit of
familiar with
stable relationship, marred only by Waylen’s bouts of possessiveness. Despite Rena scaling back her social interactions, any hint of her mingling with the opposite sex would set Waylen’s jealousy simmering
neither
head home and voice
possessive nature was well-known in their
wore
Mark reached out
her voice
hushed tones, Mark inquired, “What’s happening between
at a
to check on
Mark offered no denial.
major,” Rena reassured
things
wasn’t Mark’s place to pry into
over, Rena ended the call. Vera shot her a
on heading
faced a vast pane of French glass, showcasing more than half of Duefron’s nighttime skyline. Central to the view was Exceed Group’s illuminated
her eyes, Rena’s smile was
at a
glasses with
the
to her shimmering crystal glass,
there, he’ll surely
between Waylen and Rena had its roots in the Smith
Rena encountered
man and even asked Harrison to take care of Rena for him. Yet, post-celebration, he arrived uncharacteristically early to fetch Rena, almost like he suspected there was
ride was fortuitous;
-nuptial villa, where passion reigned through the night. Amidst their fervor,
forget all those unpleasant things he said in a
returns, yet constant surveillance on Rena, whether through
appeared protective in his
thin under Waylen’s intense control, reaching a breaking point when she
of defiance, she discarded
between the
these details from even
a hopeless romantic, would likely misconstrue the ordeal as a
Rena, it felt far
the depth of his affection for her, but she knew love wasn’t an excuse for treating her like a
Nobody enjoyed feeling watched.
a breather, Rena decided to
she descended the stairs, her form-fitting, elongated dress drew an extra
no mind, requesting
switched to a taxi, throwing
vibrated. It was Waylen,
She answered this time.
was soft, yet
“I’m with Vera.”
the call, only to
observing, cradled her chin
these years, his love for
voice tinged with humor, “Perhaps Waylen’s going through a midlife crisis.” That might explain
him, but she insisted he amend his invasive
concluded, a male voice drifted in from the private room’s
Angela’s Library
“Midlife crisis, am I?”
Rena swiveled.
plant a kiss on her lips, murmuring, “Mrs. Fowler, it seems you value me less now that you have me, is
an alluring blend of charm
his wife,
observing the intimate
She watched, utterly fascinated.
the spell of the kiss, Rena’s
traced
Romance saturated the air.
intruder on the scene, Vera grabbed her purse, announcing, “I’ll leave
offer you a ride home?” Waylen
“No, I’ll manage, thanks.”
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