A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1941-1950

Chapter 1941 Despite reconciling with Mark, she had never shared the details of her life over the past few years with him.

He had endured hardships just as she had.

During her pregnancy with Olivia, Cecilia had been plagued by nightmares in which Rena called her with distressing news.

Thus, when Mark returned, Cecilia finally felt a profound sense of relief.

Emerging from the bathroom, Mark discovered Cecilia seated at the head of the bed, sobbing quietly.

Standing by the bathroom door, Mark observed Cecilia in silence.

ANGELA'SLIBRARY It was already late at night.

Beneath the subdued lighting, her profile appeared gentle, her tears crystal clear.

He could easily read what was on her mind. She was concerned about him.

Mark stared at her for a long while, yet she remained immersed in her own thoughts.

He approached her, gently retrieved the medicine bottle from her grasp, and softly explained, “These were prescribed when I was discharged from the hospital. Some of the medications aren't readily available in the country. I don't take all of these daily. Just one or two types occasionally.” Cecilia met his gaze.

Tears still streamed on her cheeks.

Mark cradled her in his embrace, guiding her face to rest against his chest as he tenderly caressed her cheek.

Cecilia slowly wrapped her arms around his waist.

Her fingers trembled.

In a raspy voice, Mark asked, “Are you worried about me?” She remained enveloped in his arms, then, with a quivering voice, she confessed, “Mark, I was terribly frightened back then.” That was all she uttered.

She felt too self-conscious to articulate anything more.

She had cherished her love for him through countless years, yet she couldn't be as carefree as she once was in her youth.

Mark tenderly stroked her hair.

He didn’t push her. He simply held her in his arms like that.

Perhaps it was only at that moment, as they cautiously drew nearer to each other, that they truly found solace.

Chapter 1942 It was then that they could be assured it wasn't a mere dream.

Cecilia stopped crying.

As she grew mature, she didn't wish to display weakness in his presence.

How could Mark not understand her? To him, she remained a mere child, and even when she feigned composure, he could discern her true feelings in an instant.

Mark carefully carried her to the bed.

He cocooned her within the blanket, akin to a caterpillar in its snug chrysalis.

Cecilia was unwilling to comply. She playfully patted him on the shoulder and quipped, “I'm feeling warm. It’s summer, after all. What were you thinking?” Mark slid his hand beneath the blanket.

He reached for her feet and remarked, “Your feet are cold.” ANGELA'sLIBRARY He couldn't fathom why her feet felt so chilly in the midst of summer when she had always been in robust health.

Cecilia extended her foot, allowing it to rest in the warmth of his palm.

His skin radiated heat, making her feel comforted.

Cecilia nestled against the pillow and softly disclosed, “After giving birth, I've had some minor health issues. It's not a big deal.” Yet, Mark was insistent on warming her feet.

As they lay down, facing each other, Cecilia hesitated briefly before inquiring, “How have you been in Rouemn? Rena never told me. And I lacked the courage to ask” Mark reminisced about those times.

They had been incredibly challenging.

The most trying period was when he had gone without sustenance for a month, let alone a proper meal.

During the most daunting moments, he would look at photographs of Cecilia and Edwin. After Olivia's birth, he added Olivia's pictures to his source of solace.

However, Mark had no inclination to divulge it to Cecilia.

He extended his arm, allowing her to nestle comfortably beside him.

He opted to share the brighter aspects of his experiences abroad during those two years.

“The snow there was enchanting. From the hospital window, I could catch a glimpse of a majestic mountain range.” He paused as he picked which stories to share.ư

Chapter 1943 “I recall one New Year's Eve when I woke up, and Peter brought some pumpkin pies. I had a strong craving for them.” “Did you manage to have some?” Mark chuckled.

“Yes. Just one bite.” Having said that, Mark abruptly switched off the light.

He slid under her blanket and gently lifted her clothes.

Cecilia swiftly grasped at the sheet.

As Mark got out of the covers, her face flushed crimson and felt feverish. Fortunately, the room was shrouded in darkness.

Mark lay beside her, his fingers delicately tracing her face.

She chided him as a scoundrel.

Yet Mark lowered his voice, laced with an indescribable romance, as he whispered, “I've always wanted to have a taste.” Cecilia could no Longer endure his teasing.

She turned her back, choosing silence as her response.

His flirtatious nature was rather undeniable.

In the darkness, Mark gazed at her slender shoulder and wore a subtle smile.

He leaned in gradually and tenderly said in a low voice, “Throughout those years, you were what I missed most.” Cecilia's cheeks felt like burning up once more.

She was both tempted and touched, yet occasionally, she suspected that his sweet words had been honed on many women, which ignited a spark of anger within her.

to sleep,”

smiled and

night passed by, and Saturday morning

rose early, and the two children couldn't remain idle. They had been playing with flowers and grass in the yard since the

a small shovel in his hand, displaying his

a

She

two delicate legs, she followed her brother, playfully plucking

Olivia, allowing her to do as

minor mishap

contact

was palpable. Her face scrunched up, and then she

do was

followed her line of sight and spotted the worm. He promptly divided it into two with the shovel. Then, he

that her face reddened, and

tried to soothe

failed to

away from Olivia. She tottered toward him and wrapped her arms around his long

down and scooped her up, placing

with

to Mark and explained, “Olivia saw a worm.” At the mere mention of the

runny nose stained Mark's

didn’t mind it

her face

Olivia nestled

bore a mix of envy and affection, as he cherished

and

and remarked, “Olivia is truly

Edwin indoors for

Olivia remained unsettled.

for her milk bottle,

to hold her, preparing a bottle of milk.

in Mark's arms. She dozed off eventually, her lips relaxing, allowing the bottle to

kept coaxing her, reluctant to divert his

hadn't eaten much and approached his

adorable.” Mark affectionately ruffled Edwin's short brown hair and replied softly, “You're adorable too.” Edwin puckered his lips and remarked, “I'm a

asleep, which was good since children required

also had a penchant for

carried Olivia

was still in

placed Olivia in her mother’s

from

gazed down at Olivia in her embrace, planting a gentle kiss on her daughters forehead. In a hoarse voice, Mark suggested, “It's

she felt it might be too

and teased, “My mom knows you

be diligent” Cecilia pressed her lips

was about to respond, his phone rang,

exchanged a few words, and then

inside the room, Cecilia could faintly

call centered on Laura, who was adopted by Peter and

but

a

a classmate, resulting in a fall down the stairs and a

was in search of a reliable

proceeded to make several more phone calls, evidently assisting in the quest for

listened to Mark's

reality, her inner turmoil remained quite subdued. It could have been the result of the

remained on the phone for roughly ten minutes

was peacefully asleep in her

a

a moment, he motioned toward his phone, explaining, “Peter needs my assistance with

her eyes and eventually

he approached and gently caressed

Cecilia sat up.

orthopedist. I'll ask her to send me that doctor's number.” Mark's

found it hard to

tenderly stroked the child

from you. I don't have to single out a child specifically. Moreover, Laura is under

out to the doctor for you. You can

enjoy the weekend

Cecilia smiled warmly.

make it tomorrow, there will be countless weekends ahead.” There was a tacit

by her side, Cecilia

Mark nodded in agreement.

his attire and headed downstairs. In the living room, he spotted Edwin engrossed in

arrival, Edwin

are you going out?” Mark contemplated

going to visit a little girl, but I'l be back for lunch with you.” Edwin accepted

his tiny fists

has given her permission. How about joining me?” “I need to finish my homework,” Edwin responded, his

Edwin's head another gentle pat

soon as Mark was gone, Edwin put down

stared at the departing figure by the door, tightly

a

always leaving

priorities, work seemed more important than

1948 Mark reached

finding a doctor for Laura and addressing the dispute

ward, the parents of

took the

had crossed the Line by not only tormenting Laura but also pushing her. The brat’s parents approached and adamantly refused

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