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.

going to sleep,” she

and embraced

night passed by,

the two children couldn't remain idle. They had been playing with flowers and grass

a small shovel in his

a

She looked

two delicate legs, she followed

allowing her

minor mishap unfolded

contact with a

it caused was palpable. Her face scrunched up, and then she broke into

could do was

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

cried so vigorously that her face reddened,

also tried to

efforts failed to

meters away from Olivia. She tottered toward him

bent down and scooped her up, placing her on his

and down with excitement to

tissue to Mark and explained, “Olivia saw a worm.” At the mere mention of the worm, Olivia burst into tears once more and clung to Mark's neck, refusing

runny nose

mind

wiped her face and patted her

Olivia nestled into

affection, as he cherished

and

warmly and remarked, “Olivia is

Mark observed the sun and instructed Zoey to take Edwin indoors for breakfast. He then trailed

Olivia remained unsettled.

father’s embrace, yearning for her

preparing a bottle of milk.

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

coaxing her, reluctant

eaten much and approached his

too.” Edwin puckered his

asleep, which was good since children required ample

mused that the one upstairs also

then carried

expected, Cecilia was

placed Olivia in her

from her

in her embrace, planting a gentle kiss on her daughters forehead. In a hoarse voice, Mark suggested, “It's still early. Why don’t you sleep with her

already eight o'clock, and she felt it might be too late

and

Cecilia pressed her

to respond, his phone rang, and

up the call, exchanged a few words, and then stepped out

from inside the room, Cecilia could faintly hear their

Laura, who was adopted by Peter and his wife, residing

didn't speak, but her

a

dispute with a classmate, resulting in

was in search of a reliable

make several more phone

to Mark's conversations in

situation again, but, in reality, her inner turmoil remained quite subdued. It could have been the result of the changing circumstances or the fact that Cecilia had weathered even more harrowing experiences

for roughly ten minutes before returning to

was peacefully asleep

a steady

moment, he motioned toward his phone, explaining, “Peter needs my assistance with an issue.”

her eyes

her potential anger, he approached and

Cecilia sat up.

suggested, “My mom knows an excellent orthopedist. I'll ask her to send me that

it

lowered her head and tenderly stroked the child

child, but most of our disagreements stem from you. I don't have to single out a child specifically. Moreover, Laura is under Peter's care now. Peter and his wife aren't young anymore. I don’t want to see them burdened with too

out to the doctor for you. You can visit Laura at the

the weekend with

Cecilia smiled warmly.

day. If you can't make it tomorrow, there will

as Mark was by her side, Cecilia was willing to compromise

Mark nodded in agreement.

attire and headed downstairs. In the living

Mark's arrival, Edwin lifted

you going out?” Mark contemplated the best approach and decided

I'l be back for lunch with you.” Edwin accepted his

his tiny fists remained

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

gentle pat

soon as Mark was gone, Edwin

the departing figure by the door, tightly pursing

a

leaving

important than

1948 Mark reached

with finding a doctor for Laura and addressing the dispute

the ward, the parents of the troublemaker

the

that, the child 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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