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.

for Mark

Korbyn cherished his daughter deeply, valuing her even more than his own

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 being honest with

as she did

a pang of

waved his

a tinge of sorrow in his expression, but he had

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

Mark, 'm not asking for anything else at this moment. I just

eyes glistened with

was barely in her

older and plagued by frail health, weighed heavily on Korbyn's

silence for an extended

Mark weren't 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

should I? You two just live a fulfilling life and raise the two children. I believe Edwin holds tremendous promise. He inherits his personality from the Evans

them engaged in a brief

hand, while Cecilia cradled Olivia in

as Olivia spotted Mark, she

scooped up his daughter, a suitcase in his

gaze at Cecilia and uttered,

Rena stood on the porch, her emotions

been Rena's unspoken longing for a considerable

arm around her shoulder, both of them observing their receding

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

been aware of his feigned mental issues and hadn't talked to him for

be

she discovered his actions,

with him! Rena cast a sidelong glance at him, remarking, “I haven't forgiven you, you know.”

his fingers delicately brushing against her waist as he intentionally allured

tampered with my phone?” Rena playfully kicked him and quipped, “Don’t get ahead of

with your phone? You think everyone's as perverted as

face against her slender shoulder, a mischievous

in her to push him away. There was an undeniable helplessness in

at Mark's villa half an

size, and the car didn’t come to a halt

had been eagerly anticipating Cecilia's visit for quite some

a distinct significance to the family of

was taking

night breeze playfully lifted

revealing half of her little bottom, making her appear incredibly

urge to

affection for Olivia knew

in her arms,

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

wouldn't turn a cold shoulder

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

Zoey's nose twitched.

hand, her voice choked with

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

her but

been shrouded in uncertainty following that. How could Zoey

her attempts to maintain composure, Zoey

to the side

held a profound 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

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

and challenging moments triggered a mix of emotions

remarkable reunion. Cecilia couldn't help having

charge of

up a small bathtub and a tiny bath towel

completely bare, her face

little

skillfully poured water into

savor her wontons. Midway through the meal, Mark whisked

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

a flush

that Zoey might be upset.” Mark

you might regret it later” His words were tender, making it challenging for her to

with an

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 occupied. But when you're free, be sure to spend some time

in my room tonight?”

feeling a

and the fact that they had two children together, she considered herself a guest in his home at

gaze held

with us. What's on your mind?” Cecilia

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