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

Korbyn's jesting ceased.

Mark

valuing her even more than his own reputation. Korbyn let out a

won't actively support it either. Whether you two make it in the long run depends on you. Mark,

chase after you as

Mark felt a pang of

waved

a tinge of sorrow in his expression,

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

for anything else at this moment. I just wish you could be there for her a while longer” Having spoken

eyes glistened with

beloved daughter was barely in her early

and plagued by frail health, weighed heavily on

sat in contemplative silence for an

somewhat self-centered, how could he muster the courage? After a prolonged pause, Mark uttered in a raspy voice, “Please, don't worry.” Korbyn wiped away his tears discreetly and spun

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

them engaged in a brief discussion

hand,

soon as Olivia spotted Mark, she stretched out

advanced and scooped up his daughter, a suitcase

gaze at Cecilia and uttered, “You take the

family of four departed, Rena stood on the porch,

had been Rena's unspoken longing for a considerable while,

shoulder, both

isn't as delicate as

feigned mental issues

could be quite insufferable at

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

really nothing wrong with him! Rena cast a sidelong glance at him, remarking, “I haven't forgiven you, you know.”

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

tampered

to tamper with your phone?

against her slender

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

arrived at Mark's villa

the car didn’t come

eagerly anticipating Cecilia's visit for quite

significance to

was taking

night breeze playfully lifted her

half of her little bottom, making her appear incredibly

resist the urge to playfully nibble Olivia's

for Olivia

arms, showering her with kisses

any

a

her grandson, Zoey’s gaze drifted toward Cecilia in the

Zoey's nose twitched.

Cecilia's hand, her voice choked

good to have you back. It's truly wonderful” What Zoey

wasn't only to her

years, and her son's life had been shrouded in uncertainty following that. How could Zoey not be plagued by fear and sorrow? It wasn't due to

maintain composure, Zoey struggled to hold back

the side and discreetly wiped them

held a profound

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

of your fondness for it. I've also fried some mini meatballs you like, but be careful not to

served to alleviate Cecilia's melancholy, evoking memories of the past.

and challenging moments triggered a mix of

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

took charge

a small bathtub and a tiny bath

reclined in the bathtub, completely bare, her

the adorable little girl

skillfully poured water into the

her wontons. Midway through the meal, Mark

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

felt a

simply concerned that Zoey

might regret it later” His words were

gazed at Mark with an affectionate

“I haven't” She softly replied, “I've just been extremely busy.” Mark affectionately ruffled her hair and remarked, “Well then, keep yourself occupied. But when you're

you like to sleep in my room tonight?”

hesitated, feeling

that they had two children together, she considered herself a guest in his home at that time and didn’t deem it appropriate to

held a

with us.

haven't been thinking about anything.” Mark devoured the rest of the