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

Korbyn's jesting ceased.

motioned for Mark to take a

even more than his own reputation.

in the long

as she

a pang

Korbyn waved his hand.

a tinge of sorrow in his expression, but

her hardships trace back to you. As a father,

anything else at this moment. I just wish you could

glistened with

barely in

frail health, weighed heavily on

Korbyn have? Mark sat in contemplative silence for an extended period, grappling with the very concerns that had been voiced

Mark weren't somewhat self-centered, how could he muster the courage? After a prolonged pause, Mark uttered in

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

them engaged in a brief discussion regarding some business

grasped Edwin's hand, while Cecilia cradled Olivia in

Olivia spotted Mark, she stretched

Mark advanced and scooped up his

and uttered, “You

of four departed, Rena stood on the porch, her

unspoken longing for a considerable while, and

arm around her shoulder,

isn't as delicate as that.” Rena shot Waylen

mental issues and hadn't talked to him

be quite insufferable at

with her phone. Once she discovered his actions, he claimed

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

wall, his fingers delicately brushing against her waist as

if you also tampered with

tamper with your phone? You think everyone's as perverted as you?”

her slender shoulder, a mischievous

undeniable helplessness in dealing

Mark's villa

car didn’t come to a halt until it had

been eagerly anticipating Cecilia's visit for quite

Cecilia and her children over the past few years, there was a distinct significance to the family of

was taking

playfully lifted her

revealing half of her little

resist the urge to playfully nibble Olivia's

Olivia knew

Olivia in her arms, showering her with

standing nearby, didn’t harbor any jealousy. He patiently

turn a

embrace with her grandson, Zoey’s gaze drifted toward Cecilia in the night breeze.

Zoey's nose twitched.

clutched Cecilia's hand, her voice choked

you back. It's truly

wasn't only to her

had been shrouded in uncertainty following that. How could Zoey not

maintain composure, Zoey struggled to hold

step to the side and discreetly wiped

held a profound

as well. She regarded Zoey as her own mother and playfully said, “I'm famished. Do you happen to have any home-made wontons? I want chopped coriander in it.”

it. I've also fried some mini meatballs you like, but be careful not to get scalded again, or someone will worry over

Cecilia's melancholy, evoking

challenging moments triggered a mix

remarkable reunion. Cecilia couldn't help having

charge of the

bathtub and a tiny bath towel

bare, her face brimming with

the adorable little girl in

poured water into the

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

you'll feel overstuffed.”

a flush of

concerned that Zoey might be upset.”

it later” His words were tender, making it challenging

gazed at Mark with an

lately?” “I haven't” She softly replied, “I've just been extremely busy.” Mark affectionately ruffled her

like to sleep in my

hesitated, feeling

herself a guest in his home at that time and

held a profound

Edwin and Olivia with us. What's on your

do you mean? I haven't been thinking about