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.
a bit older, let me look after her for some time. I’m taking Edwin back with me today.
shifted
agree to
emerged upstairs, schoolbag slung over
found herself unable to
out her son’s attire with one hand,
never wavered from
mature allure, a quality that never failed to captivate
to listen
Edwin nodded in affirmation.
Edwin’s hand and shared a parting kiss with Olivia,
his warm breath grazing Cecilia’s ear, eliciting a slight
eyes lifted to
shoulder
get
retort, Mark had whisked Edwin
the stairs,
Mark greeted him politely.
tea with a leisurely air, remarked with a smirk, “Hearing you this humble
now I
a fan of Mark, Korbyn harbored a deep
beckoned the boy over with a wave, ruffling
Korbyn’s final words carried
There are certain matters neither her mother nor I need fret over. But just remember, as long as we’re here, no one’s going
implication wasn’t
woo Cecilia,
smile held a
“I understand, Dad.”
of discomfort crossed Korbyn’s features, finding Mark’s familiarity
call me that. You are no longer married to
response was a simple, amiable
tow, Mark headed back. Midway, his phone rang; Waylen
concerned Cecilia, Mark
question
“Is Rena with you?”
“No, she’s not here. I haven’t heard from her
Concerned, Mark probed further.
prelude to
Angela’s Library
had a bit of
familiar with their
relationship, marred only by Waylen’s bouts of possessiveness. Despite Rena scaling back
situation was complex, neither
wouldn’t head home
well-known in their
from embarrassed, Waylen wore his
call, Mark reached out to Rena. She answered
Mark?” her voice
hushed tones, Mark inquired, “What’s happening between
with Vera at a bar, couldn’t
to check on me,
Mark offered no denial.
major,” Rena
smooth things over in a day
to pry into their
ended the call. Vera shot her a questioning
plans on heading back
more than half of Duefron’s nighttime
glossing her eyes, Rena’s smile
I’ll stay at a
glasses with
the kids?”
gaze dropped to her shimmering crystal glass, her mind
there, he’ll
Rena had its roots
night, Rena encountered
acted like the bigger man and even asked Harrison to take care of Rena for him. Yet, post-celebration, he arrived uncharacteristically early to fetch Rena,
ride was fortuitous; otherwise, Waylen’s reaction could have been
villa, where passion reigned through the night. Amidst their fervor,
could forget all those unpleasant things he said
yet constant surveillance on Rena, whether through personal tracking or via
appeared protective in his defense was, in truth,
Waylen’s intense control, reaching a breaking point when she discovered her phone was
a fit of defiance, she
the couple
details from even Vera,
ordeal as a grand love
for Rena, it
of the depth of his affection for her, but she
Nobody enjoyed feeling watched.
a breather, Rena decided
the stairs, her form-fitting, elongated dress drew an extra glance from
no mind,
to a
phone vibrated. It was
She answered this time.
was
“I’m with Vera.”
only to blacklist
cradled her chin
love for
through a midlife crisis.” That might explain his fixation on Harrison and the
side of him,
a male voice drifted in from the private room’s
Angela’s Library
“Midlife crisis, am I?”
Rena swiveled.
just left a formal engagement. Drawing close, he bent down to plant a kiss on
his prime, Waylen exuded an alluring blend of charm and
leaned in to kiss his wife, creating an enchantingly beautiful
observing the
She watched, utterly fascinated.
the kiss,
fingers traced her
Romance saturated the air.
Vera grabbed her purse, announcing, “I’ll leave you two to
I offer you a ride home?” Waylen extended
“No, I’ll manage, thanks.”
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