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.

Mark

valuing her even more than his own reputation.

either. Whether you two make it in the long run depends on you. Mark, I'm

chase after you as she

Mark felt a pang

waved

was a tinge of sorrow in his expression, but

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

you've made numerous sacrifices for her. Mark, 'm not asking for anything else at this moment. I just wish you

eyes glistened

beloved daughter was barely in her early

by frail health, weighed

Mark sat in contemplative silence for an extended period, grappling

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

a fulfilling life and raise the two children. I believe Edwin holds tremendous promise. He inherits his personality from

a brief

grasped Edwin's hand, while Cecilia

Olivia spotted Mark, she stretched out her

Mark advanced and scooped up his daughter, a suitcase in

Cecilia and uttered, “You take the wheel.” Cecilia nodded in

of four departed, Rena stood on the porch, her

Rena's unspoken longing for a considerable while, and

wrapped an arm around her shoulder, both

emotional? I thought Mrs. Fowler isn't as

mental issues and hadn't talked

thought, could be quite

Once she discovered his actions, he claimed to be mentally unwell and

him! Rena cast

the wall, his fingers delicately brushing against

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

his face against her slender

couldn't find it in her to push him away. There was an undeniable helplessness in dealing with him, and it seemed his antics had an effect

at Mark's villa

and the car didn’t come to a halt until it had maneuvered

had been eagerly anticipating Cecilia's visit

there was a distinct significance to the family of four arriving together in such an orderly fashion. Moreover, Olivia, being so young, hadn't been seen by

taking unsteady

breeze playfully lifted

up revealing half of her

couldn't resist the urge to playfully nibble

Olivia knew no

Olivia in her arms, showering

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

a

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

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 but

and her son's life had been shrouded in uncertainty following that. How could Zoey

Zoey struggled to hold back her

the side

a profound and

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

of your fondness for it. I've also fried some mini meatballs you like, but be careful not to get scalded again, or someone will worry over you.” Cecilia offered a

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

moments triggered a mix of emotions

Cecilia couldn't help having a myriad of thoughts race through

took charge of

up a small bathtub and a

the bathtub, completely bare, her face

the adorable little girl in

poured water

her head to savor her wontons. Midway through

you eat so much now, you'll

felt a flush

simply concerned that Zoey might be

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

gazed at Mark with an affectionate foolishness.

extremely busy.” Mark affectionately ruffled her hair and remarked, “Well then, keep yourself occupied. But when

in

feeling

considered herself a guest in his home at that time and didn’t deem it appropriate to share his

gaze held a

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

been thinking about anything.”