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.

closed behind

Korbyn's jesting ceased.

for Mark to take a

more than his

don’t oppose your relationship, but I won't actively support it either. Whether you two make it in the long run depends on you. Mark, I'm

you as she did seven years

a pang of

Korbyn waved

in his expression, but he had

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

sacrifices for her. Mark, 'm not asking for anything else at this moment. I just wish you could be there

eyes glistened with

daughter was barely

considerably older and plagued by frail health, weighed heavily on

in contemplative silence for an extended period, grappling with the very concerns that had been

Mark uttered in a raspy voice, “Please, don't worry.” Korbyn wiped away his

the two children. I believe Edwin holds tremendous promise. He inherits his personality from the Evans family." Mark

in a brief

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

as Olivia spotted Mark,

scooped up his daughter, a

at Cecilia and uttered, “You take the wheel.” Cecilia

Rena stood on the porch, her emotions

unspoken longing for a considerable

an arm around her shoulder, both of them observing their receding

thought Mrs. Fowler isn't as delicate as that.” Rena shot

mental issues and hadn't talked to him for

could be

her phone. Once she discovered his actions, he

he just slept inside the therapy’s office, since there was really nothing wrong with him! Rena cast a sidelong

against the wall, his fingers delicately brushing against her waist as

your anger? What if you also tampered with my phone?” Rena playfully kicked him and

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

her slender shoulder, a mischievous streak

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

arrived at Mark's villa half an

car didn’t come to a halt

been eagerly anticipating Cecilia's

was a distinct significance to

taking

breeze playfully lifted her

her

urge to playfully

affection for Olivia knew

cradled Olivia in her arms, showering her

nearby, didn’t harbor any jealousy. He patiently

wouldn't turn a cold shoulder

grandson, Zoey’s gaze drifted toward Cecilia in

Zoey's nose twitched.

clutched Cecilia's hand, her voice choked with

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

her but

beloved daughter in her early years, and her son's life had been shrouded in uncertainty following that. How could Zoey not

composure, Zoey struggled to hold back

a step to the side

held a

regarded Zoey as her own mother and playfully said, “I'm famished. Do you happen to have

mini meatballs you like, but be careful not to

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

moments triggered a

of a remarkable reunion. Cecilia couldn't help having a myriad of thoughts race

took charge

a tiny bath

bathtub, completely bare, her face brimming

little girl

skillfully poured water into the

her head to savor her wontons. Midway through

so much now, you'll feel overstuffed.” Then

a flush

that Zoey

you might regret it later” His words were

gazed at Mark with an affectionate foolishness.

Mark affectionately ruffled her

you like to sleep in my room tonight?”

feeling a

she considered herself a guest in

gaze held a

“I mean we'll Edwin and Olivia with

thinking about anything.” Mark devoured the rest of