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.

motioned for Mark to take

Korbyn cherished his daughter deeply, valuing her even more than his own reputation. Korbyn let out

either. Whether you two make it in the long run depends on you. Mark, I'm being honest with you. Cecilia isn't young and

can't chase after you as she did seven

a

Korbyn waved

his expression,

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

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

glistened

beloved daughter was barely in her

plagued by frail health, weighed heavily on Korbyn's

silence for an extended period, grappling

in a raspy voice, “Please, don't worry.” Korbyn wiped away his tears discreetly and spun around

I believe Edwin holds tremendous promise.

them engaged in a brief discussion regarding some business

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

soon as Olivia spotted Mark, she stretched out

advanced and scooped up his daughter, a

gentle gaze at Cecilia and uttered,

four departed, Rena stood on the porch, her

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

around her shoulder, both

Mrs. Fowler isn't as delicate as

his feigned mental issues

she thought, could be quite

had tampered with her phone. Once she discovered his actions, he claimed to be mentally unwell

wrong with him! Rena cast a sidelong glance at him, remarking,

fingers delicately brushing against her waist as he intentionally allured her with

tampered with my phone?” Rena playfully kicked him

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

against her slender shoulder, a mischievous streak evident.

There was an undeniable helplessness in

villa half an

boasted considerable size, and the car didn’t come to a halt until it had maneuvered

had been eagerly anticipating Cecilia's visit for

years, there was a distinct significance to the family

was taking

night breeze playfully

up revealing half of her little

resist the urge to playfully

for Olivia

cradled Olivia in her arms, showering her with

any jealousy.

turn a cold shoulder to

with her grandson, Zoey’s gaze drifted toward Cecilia

Zoey's nose twitched.

her voice choked with

truly wonderful” What Zoey uttered

her but

her beloved daughter in her early 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

composure, Zoey struggled to hold back

to the

held a profound and mournful

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

you like, but be careful not to

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

moments triggered a mix of emotions

Cecilia couldn't help having a myriad

charge of the

and a tiny bath towel in

bare, her

assisted the adorable little girl in

skillfully poured water

her head to savor her wontons. Midway through the

much now, you'll feel overstuffed.”

a flush of

“I'm simply concerned that Zoey might

regret it later” His words were tender, making it

Mark with

been avoiding me lately?” “I haven't” She softly replied, “I've just been extremely busy.” Mark affectionately ruffled her hair and remarked, “Well then, keep yourself

in my room

hesitated, feeling

two children together, she considered herself a guest in his home at that time and

held

Edwin and Olivia with us. What's on your mind?”

about anything.” Mark devoured the