A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Juliette elbowed her husband gently.

Yet, Mark remained unflustered. Presenting gifts to Juliette and Korbyn, he said graciously, “There are many things I haven't handled well. I plan to make amends, step by step, in the future. I anticipate guidance from you both.” Korbyn, astute as he was, recognized the need only to apply subtle pressure on Mark.

He knew pushing too hard might upset Mark, potentially distressing Cecilia once more.

Instead, Korbyn invited Mark to take a seat, and then instructed a servant, “Please inform Waylen and the others it's time to come downstairs for dinner. They shouldn't isolate themselves every time they congregate.” “Rena and Cecilia went shopping, coming home with an array of clothing and jewelry,” Juliette shared.

“They're seeking Waylen's opinion. They get along so well. That pleases you, doesn't it?” A twinge of disappointment struck Mark.

Cecilia had claimed her schedule was too packed for meet-ups.

A hint of jealousy emerged in Mark, though he kept it to himself.

As he pondered, footsteps signaled their descent.

Waylen led the way, with Rena and Cecilia following, side by side.

Cecilia, leaning on Rena, had her arm linked through Rena's...

Korbyn'’s voice, cool, interjected, “Your uncle has arrived.” Korbyn looked at his children.

The ambiance held a delicate subtlety.

Waylen glanced over at Cecilia and noticed a slight blush gracing her face. Clearly, she couldn't withstand such teasing.

Mark was much more thick-skinned.

At his age, he found himself once more in Cecilia's company, and he paid little heed to anything else.

His affectionate gaze upon Cecilia was even more unreserved than before.

Waylen let out a chuckle.

In agreement with his father, he added, “Dad, if you keep on going like that, Mark might never show his face here again.” Korbyn shot Waylen a grave look before inquiring, “Is he that really shy, Waylen?” Both Korbyn and Waylen possessed sharp tongues.

Mark had no option but to take it.

As Cecilia drew near, Mark strolled alongside her and tenderly asked, “Why didn't you invite me to join you for shopping?” Cecilia cast a brief glance at Mark's way.

“Even my brother didn't go” After a brief pause, she added, “You were planning to go to the office, weren't you? Besides, I prefer shopping with Rena.” Beneath the table, Mark discreetly clasped Cecilia's hand.

“You're absolutely right. Women understand each other best.” Angela's Library With that, Mark offered a gentle smile and whispered, “I'l go get Olivia.” Typically, Olivia didn’t dine at the table. She was still quite young, and her meals were either prepared separately, or she would just have her milk.

Cecilia wanted to say something, but Mark had already ascended the stairs.

Observing his daughter's expression, Korbyn curled his lip.

“Feeling sorry for him? Well, don’t thwart a man’s desire to prove himself.

You shouldn't concern yourself too much. Simply follow your sister-in-law’s lead and give him a hard time.” Rena served a portion of food to Korbyn.

In a hushed tone, she said, “Dad, if I've ever wronged Waylen in any way, please forgive me.” Korbyn quickly reassured her, “No. No, you've been really good to Waylen.” Witnessing that, Cecilia couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.

Rena not only had a grip on Waylen, but she also managed to please Korbyn.

As Cecilia pondered, Mark descended the stairs, holding Olivia in his embrace.

Just in time for summer, Olivia wore a white dress adorned with red flowers. She appeared plump and utterly adorable.

Olivia wrapped her tiny arms around her father’s neck, her curious eyes fixed on the dishes set on the table.

Most of it was devoid of salt or other seasonings. Olivia found them quite plain and refused to eat.

Yet Mark patiently cajoled her.

3 Olivia radiated pure delight. She let out joyful giggles and devoured all the food her father fed her.

Korbyn chortled.

“I am truly impressed. Mark, you could run a nursery school. You have a real knack for handling kids.” Mark responded promptly, “Olivia is quite a good girl.” Olivia held a deep fondness for Mark. She nestled against his chest.

Mark couldn't resist rubbing her plump little belly.

During the meal, he refrained from eating much as he mostly focused on his daughter.

Cecilia harbored concerns about Mark, yet her entire family had gathered, and her shyness held her back.

She stole a quick glance at Rena.

Rena grasped Cecilia's unspoken message and addressed Mark, “Uncle Mark, why don't you grab a bite?” Mark appeared momentarily taken aback.

Then, he offered a gentle smile and replied, “'m not much of an eater.” Rena let the matter rest and turned her gaze back to Cecilia, noticing the hint of wetness in her eyes.

In private, Rena inquired, “Are you worried about him?” Cecilia felt a touch awkwardness.

THe Rena refrained from further questioning.

Following the meal, Rena and Cecilia attended to the children’s belongings, while Mark was summoned to Korbyn's study.

door closed behind

Korbyn's jesting ceased.

Mark to

daughter deeply, valuing her even more than his

two make it in the

as she did

a pang

waved

of sorrow in his expression, but he had something important to

trace back to you. As a father, I can't say much because she cares for

anything else at this moment. I just wish you could be there

eyes glistened with

barely in her early

plagued by frail health, weighed heavily on Korbyn's

an extended period, grappling with the

in a raspy voice, “Please,

You two just live a fulfilling life and raise the two children. I believe Edwin holds tremendous promise. He inherits

of them engaged in a brief discussion regarding

descent, Rena grasped Edwin's hand, while Cecilia cradled Olivia

Mark, she stretched

his daughter, a suitcase

cast a gentle gaze at Cecilia and uttered, “You

stood on the porch, her emotions a

for a considerable while, and it had

her shoulder, both of them observing their receding

Mrs. Fowler isn't as delicate

of his feigned mental issues and

could be

her phone. Once she discovered his actions, he claimed to be mentally unwell and even

each time, he just slept inside the therapy’s office, since there was really nothing wrong with him! Rena cast a sidelong glance at him, remarking, “I haven't forgiven you,

pinned her against the wall, his fingers delicately brushing against her waist as he intentionally

may I soothe your anger? What if you also tampered with my phone?” Rena

on earth would want to tamper with your phone? You think everyone's as perverted

face against her slender shoulder, a

away. There was an undeniable helplessness in dealing with him, and it seemed his antics had an

arrived at Mark's villa

considerable size, and the car didn’t come to

had been eagerly anticipating Cecilia's

significance to

taking

playfully lifted her

of her little

couldn't resist the urge to

affection for Olivia knew no

Olivia in her arms, showering her

harbor any jealousy.

a

Zoey’s gaze drifted toward

Zoey's nose twitched.

clutched Cecilia's hand, her voice choked with

have you back. It's truly wonderful” What Zoey uttered held significance to

her but

that. How could Zoey not be plagued by fear and sorrow? It wasn't due to Zoey’s fear of growing old and vulnerable, but rather her apprehension of not

to maintain composure, Zoey struggled to hold

step to the side and discreetly

eyes held a profound and

mother and playfully said, “I'm famished. Do you happen to have any home-made wontons? I want chopped

also fried some mini meatballs you like, but be careful not to get

conversation served to alleviate Cecilia's melancholy, evoking memories of

pleasant and challenging moments triggered a mix of emotions

of a remarkable reunion. Cecilia couldn't help having a

charge of

setting up a small bathtub and a tiny bath towel in the

bare, her face

little girl

skillfully poured water into the

bent her head to savor her wontons. Midway through the meal, Mark whisked her bowl

much now, you'll feel overstuffed.” Then Mark settled down and dug

a flush of

expressed, “I'm simply concerned that Zoey might be upset.” Mark

weight, you might regret it later” His words were tender, making

gazed at Mark with an affectionate foolishness.

busy.” Mark affectionately ruffled her hair and

to sleep in my room tonight?”

feeling a

considered herself a guest in his home at that time and didn’t deem

held

“I mean we'll Edwin and Olivia with us. What's on

you mean? I haven't been thinking about anything.” Mark devoured