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,”

and embraced her

passed by,

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

small shovel in his hand, displaying

donned a

She

followed

her to do as she

mishap unfolded

contact with

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

she could do was wail.

spotted the worm. He promptly divided it into two with the

so vigorously that her face reddened, and

tried to soothe

failed to stop Olivia's

meters away from Olivia. She tottered toward him and wrapped her arms

her up,

jumped up and down with excitement to share

a worm.” At the mere mention of the worm, Olivia burst

nose stained

mind it

wiped her face and

Olivia nestled into his

mix of envy and affection, as he cherished his

approached and

and remarked, “Olivia is truly

Zoey to take Edwin indoors for breakfast. He then trailed behind them, with Olivia cradled in his

Olivia remained unsettled.

in her father’s embrace, yearning for her milk bottle,

to hold her, preparing a

feeding bottle and drank while still in Mark's arms. She dozed off eventually, her lips relaxing, allowing the bottle to slip. She'd awaken,

kept coaxing her, reluctant

much and

Edwin's short brown hair and replied softly, “You're adorable too.” Edwin

was good since children required ample hours of

that the one upstairs also had a penchant for

carried

expected, Cecilia was

placed Olivia in her mother’s

from

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

it might

head and teased, “My

have to pretend to be diligent” Cecilia pressed her lips together,

his phone rang, and it was Peter on

up the call, exchanged a few words, and then

inside the room, Cecilia

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

speak, but her hearing

a regular

a dispute with a classmate, resulting in a fall down

search of

several more phone calls, evidently assisting in the

Mark's

hearing about Laura's situation again, but, in reality, her inner turmoil remained quite subdued. It could have been the result of the changing circumstances or

on the phone for roughly

peacefully asleep in her

a

and after a moment, he motioned toward his phone, explaining, “Peter needs my assistance with an issue.” “Is it related

met her eyes and eventually

potential anger, he

Cecilia sat up.

knows an excellent orthopedist. I'll ask her to

it hard to

tenderly stroked the child in her

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

doctor for you. You can visit Laura at the hospital.” Mark hesitated

intended to enjoy the weekend with Cecilia and the

Cecilia smiled warmly.

you can't make it tomorrow, there will be countless weekends

was by her side, Cecilia

Mark nodded in agreement.

downstairs. In the living

arrival, Edwin lifted

Mark contemplated the best approach

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

his tiny fists remained

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

another gentle

gone,

figure by the door, tightly

was a recurring

always leaving them

more important than his family, and even Laura took precedence over

Mark

finding a doctor for Laura and

ward, the parents

took the

not only tormenting Laura but also pushing her. The brat’s parents approached and

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