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 to

her even more

don’t oppose 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 you. Cecilia

after you as she did seven

a pang

waved

his expression, but he had something

on since childhood. All her hardships trace back to you. As a father, I can't

course, you've made numerous sacrifices for her. Mark, 'm not asking for anything else at this moment. I just wish you could be there for her a while longer” Having

eyes glistened with

daughter was barely in her

frail health, weighed heavily on

in contemplative silence for an extended period, grappling

pause, Mark uttered in a raspy voice, “Please, don't worry.” Korbyn wiped away his

the two children. I believe Edwin holds tremendous promise. He inherits

them engaged in a brief

Rena grasped Edwin's hand,

Mark, she stretched out her

scooped up his

uttered, “You take the wheel.” Cecilia nodded

four departed, Rena stood on the porch, her emotions a

unspoken longing for a

wrapped an arm around her shoulder,

you feeling emotional? I thought Mrs. Fowler isn't as delicate as that.” Rena shot

been aware of his feigned mental issues

thought, could be quite insufferable

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

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

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

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

would want to tamper with your phone?

nuzzled his face against her slender

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

Mark's villa half an

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

been eagerly anticipating Cecilia's visit for quite some

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

taking

night breeze playfully

of her little

couldn't resist the urge to playfully

affection for Olivia knew no

arms, showering her

any jealousy. He patiently waited for his

a cold shoulder

toward Cecilia in the night

Zoey's nose twitched.

hand, her voice

truly wonderful” What Zoey uttered held

to her but

early years, and her son's life had been shrouded in uncertainty following that. How could Zoey not be plagued by fear

composure, Zoey struggled to hold back her

a step to the side

a profound and

eyes welled up as well. She regarded Zoey as her own mother and playfully said, “I'm famished. Do you happen to have

course. I'm aware of your fondness for it. I've also fried some mini meatballs you like, but

alleviate Cecilia's melancholy, evoking memories of

and challenging moments triggered a mix of

Cecilia couldn't help having a myriad

took charge of the

bathtub and a tiny bath

the bathtub, completely bare,

adorable little girl in

skillfully poured water

head to savor her wontons. Midway through

had quite the dinner. If you eat so much now, you'll feel overstuffed.” Then Mark settled

felt a

expressed, “I'm simply concerned that

put on some weight, you might regret it later” His words

Mark with

with decorum, Mark suddenly inquired, “Why do I sense you've been avoiding me lately?” “I haven't” She softly replied, “I've just been extremely busy.” Mark affectionately ruffled her hair and remarked, “Well

to sleep in my room tonight?”

hesitated, feeling

history as a couple and the fact that they had two children together, she considered herself a

held a profound

suggested, “I mean we'll Edwin and Olivia with us. What's on

do you mean? I haven't been thinking about anything.” Mark devoured the