A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

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Chapter 2011 Some labeled Alexis as overly attached, but she would simply puff up her chest and retort with a defiant “Humph!” Waylen reentered the bedroom to find Rena, fresh out of the shower and draped in a silk bathrobe, diligently applying her skincare routine. The sight of her cascading hair, revealing a delicate neckline, caught his attention.

Making his way to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning in to softly press his lips against her neck.

Startled, Rena murmured, “Waylen.” Maintaining his proximity, he whispered by her ear, “Don’t worry; my hands are clean now. No more fishy scent.” Rena made a half-hearted attempt to free herself, but it was clear Waylen was in a playful mood.

Deciding to indulge him, she relaxed into his embrace.

As they enjoyed the closeness, Waylen would intermittently kiss and tease her, occasionally referring to their kids in jest.

Rena fought the urge to smile, biting her lower lip.

Clearing his throat, Waylen queried, “Did you know what Alexis just told me?” Rena, genuinely curious, shook her head.

Waylen, fighting back laughter, shared, “She claims she’s persistent with storytime to ensure our family’s well-being. She believes that by keeping me occupied, I won't have a moment to be tempted by others.” Both surprised and entertained, Rena spun around to face him.

“Who on earth taught her that? Did she pick it up from a TV show?" Gazing intently into Rena’s eyes, Waylen noticed her hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. His heartbeat quickened in response.

He retreated slightly and sat on the bed’s edge, pulling Rena closer and pressed his lips to hers.

Words became unnecessary as their connection deepened.

Suddenly, their room was filled with gasps and moans as they shared a passionate exchange.

When the moment had passed, Rena nestled into Waylen's embrace, her head resting against his shoulder.

Collecting her thoughts, she revisited a topic from earlier.

“You seemed different today.” He teased, “Different how? I feel the same as always. Want a second round to be sure?” She playfully silenced him with a finger to his lips.

With a more serious undertone, she murmured, “Did you secure another significant business achievement today?”

Chapter 2012 Matching her quiet tone, Waylen offered a smile and leaned in to kiss her.

Rena, without any hesitation, met him halfway, the kiss deepening.

When they finally parted, she whispered, “I'm happy about your partnership with my uncle. Just ensure Cecilia remains comfortable with the situation.” Wrapping Rena tightly in his embrace, Waylen pondered, “I wonder if you're looking out for Cecilia or your uncle.” Rena chuckled and made a feigned attempt to rise, hinting at a bath.

Angela's Library But Waylen's grip on her hand halted her movement.

With a voice full of warmth and mischief, he urged, “Stay with me a little longer.” Rena's resistance melted.

Amidst their renewed intimacy, Waylen whispered playfully, “You always seem to know everything, Mrs. Fowler” The following day, Waylen headed to Mark's office.

Waylen ended up bringing home to a deal that wasn't in Mark's favor at all.

After this, Peter spoke to Mark, his emotions aflame.

It wasn't that Mark hesitated about the money.

Actually, he didn’t mind whether the money was with him or Waylen.

Yet, there's this age-old tension between guys; always trying to one-up each other.

Waylen managed to swindle a hefty sum from Mark just over a few dinners. The more Mark thought about it, the angrier he became.

He found himself gloomy for days.

Cecilia noticed the change when she visited; Mark's gaze seemed off Touching her face, she questioned, “Is there something on my face.

‘After a moment, Mark inquired, “Do you remember all of your childhood?” She thought he was just in a weird mood.

Cecilia returned to her script, answering casually, “Every bit of it.” Scratching his chin, Mark remarked, “Then how come your intelligence seems so different from his? It shouldn't be this way.” Cecilia wasn't dense.

Recalling a conversation from the previous night, she put the pieces together.

Chapter 2013 Mark was obviously calling her silly! Closing her script, she offered a faux grin.

“Looks like you're feeling better. The film crew is waiting for me; I should be heading to the set this afternoon.” As she moved towards the exit, her demeanor was serious.

Her fingers grazed the doorknob, but before she could turn it, a warm hand overlaid hers.

She could sense Mark right behind her.

He gently secured the door, and the room, spacious as it was, echoed only with the soft rhythm of their breaths.

After what felt like hours, Cecilia murmured, “Mark, please release me. We can't just be physical to mend what's broken between us.” Mark gave a soft scoff.

His fingers, light and nimble, traced her waist.

“What makes you think that?” he whispered, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Feeling flushed, she was all too aware of his intentions.

Mark leaned in, planting a tender kiss behind her ear before speaking softly, “Stay tonight. Once I'm discharged, I'll accompany you to Warsew. We'll return after your shoot.” It wasn't like his words didn’t touch her heart; they did.

However, she felt like a puppet in his hands whenever he was Like this. She had already decided against Warsew, and she had no plans to stay the night either. With the mood so intimate, she was wary of what might happen if she stayed.

She decided to linger a bit before heading to her place.

Her children were at the Fowler family’s mansion, leaving her with a rare evening alone. She wanted to unwind.

Cecilia ordered some grub, uncorked a bottle of red, and put on a track from her favorite Flirean artist.

on her-she

around Mark and their

commitment to acting was a way to distract herself

Time had swiftly passed.

view from her Large window, mesmerized by the vibrant

realizing that Mark's survival was a gift

allowed her moments like

formed in her

pivotal Mark was

she felt so clear

become more reserved, curbing

Her doorbell chimed.

her delivery, opened the door only

against his black pants gave him an undeniably debonair look;

one hand and a chilled bottle of vintage

Mark teased, “How about trying this one?” A few beats passed before Cecilia

been one for grand gestures, seldom surprising her with

their earlier days, he'd doted on her like she was a fragile

taken to the kitchen, preparing meals for her

flowers held their

fragrance, she playfully said, “Didn't the doctors

the wine, Mark's gaze rested on the

was thoughtful,

roses, Cecilia asked, “Hungry?” Sampling her food, Mark

could whip up something”

2015 “So you're here as my chef now?” Returning her smile, Mark made his way

hum of the fridge broke the

since you had other plans, I thought I'd join you here.” Cecilia chuckled. She

was well-stocked though, thanks to

the rustle

she found herself wrapping her

behind him,

tried to gauge her sincerity, pondering if she'd use the wine as an excuse

delicate; neither

to his return-they hadn't truly found solitude together. It seemed almost poetic that

now, understanding that not everything needed to be laid

nothings, Mark prepared a modest but thoughtful

crafted. As they sat down, she sipped on the

her

first intimate encounter at her

touch and glance was filled with a

contours of his face, eyes brimming with emotion. Then the world around them dissolving

night was a

peeked through, warmth

reached out for the familiar

bed, the quilt cascaded down, unveiling his sculpted

a delicately colored card caught

a smile as he read, “Uncle Mark, I've left for

ordered breakfast for you. Once you're done, head back to the hospital. You're probably on the doctor's naughty List by now-* Uncle Mark — The

nostalgia, he swiftly dressed in last night's

with a

in surprise

Her gaze flitted to an overturned wine bottle on the sofa, realization

red, she attempted to

a few days, so there's no need for her meals.” Finishing his breakfast with an air

mix of concern and curiosity, as he left

phone was flooded with

an IV drip, he

held a blend

does it? I swear I'l ground you the

however, seemed disinclined to come to

silent exchange,

Peter to cover for you?” Mark, engrossed in his phone, replied nonchalantly, “I just visited Cecilia, and cooked for her.” Zoey's demeanor shifted instantly at

Gracefully positioning herself on the sofa, Zoey beamed

to cherish your wife. Where's Cecilia? Why isn't she with you?” Mark's lips curved

in Warsew.” Zoey's smile

studied Mark intently for a moment, before

between Zoey

probed, “What's on your mind?” Zoey, tapping her

age gap between Mark and Cecilia, coupled with his health, do you think it might strain their relationship?” Understanding

to Warsew stems from discontent?” ANGELA'sLIBRARY Zoey's cheeks tinted with embarrassment, gently

a hint of

assured. Their sporadic moments together over the years mean that nights like the one they

moments of reflection.” Feeling comforted, Zoey quipped, “Peter, when did you become an expert on women?”

solace in the quiet of the hospital room, his

had seen its

shared numerous intimate moments with Cecilia, but the depth and maturity Cecilia exuded last

presence, yet he

a mere few days,

limited to sporadic messages primarily discussing the children, carefully avoiding the

2018 On Mark's discharge day, with Cecilia still in Warsew, he reached out to

succinct reply, “I see,” lingered in

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