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.

it dawned on her-she hadn't truly

revolved around Mark and their

wondering if her commitment to acting was a

Time had swiftly passed.

city view from her Large window, mesmerized by the

her heart felt lighter, realizing that Mark's survival was a gift in

like these, to

formed in

Mark was to her

so

age, she'd become more reserved,

Her doorbell chimed.

expecting her delivery, opened the door only to find

gave him an undeniably debonair look; yet

bouquet of vivid red roses in one hand and a

“How about trying this one?” A few beats passed before Cecilia gathered her wits. Taking the roses, she stepped aside, allowing

years, Mark hadn't been one for grand gestures, seldom surprising her with

he'd doted on her like she was a

the kitchen, preparing meals for her in

flowers held their own

she playfully said, “Didn't the doctors want to keep you a bit

Setting down the wine, Mark's gaze rested on the remnants of

gaze was thoughtful, almost

Cecilia asked, “Hungry?”

any ingredients in the fridge? I could whip up something” She brushed the rose petals, a gentle smile on

here as my chef now?” Returning her smile, Mark made his way to the

hum of the fridge broke the

you had other plans, I thought I'd join you here.”

though, thanks to diligent house

heard the rustle

herself wrapping

behind him, “Forgive my impulsiveness.

her sincerity, pondering if she'd use the wine as

the air between them felt delicate; neither

and finally to his return-they hadn't truly

were grown-ups now, understanding that not everything needed to be

With Cecilia murmuring occasional sweet nothings,

sipped on the wine he'd brought,

led her to the bedroom,

first intimate encounter at

glance was

the soft glow of the room, she traced the contours of his face, eyes brimming with emotion. Then the world around them dissolving

this night

the first light of dawn peeked through, warmth spread across

for the familiar presence beside him, only to find

quilt cascaded down,

Beside him, a delicately

it up, Mark couldn't suppress a smile as he

on the doctor's naughty List by now-* Uncle Mark — The

he swiftly dressed in last

the bedroom, he was met with a startled servant, who had just

widened in surprise

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

deep red, she attempted to recompose

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

a mix of concern and curiosity, as he left the

flooded with

room with an IV drip, he

held a blend of anger and

that doesn't stop your escapades, does it? I swear I'l ground you the next time” Mark's

disinclined to

exchange, Zoey’s ire

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 the mention of

the sofa,

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

Warsew.” Zoey's

Mark intently for a moment, before ushering

Zoey and

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

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 swatting

a hint

years mean that nights like the one

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

found solace in the quiet of the hospital room, his thoughts inevitably drifting

relationship had

numerous intimate moments with Cecilia, but the depth and

presence, yet

trip to Warsew lasted a mere

was sparse, limited to sporadic messages primarily discussing the children, carefully avoiding the topic of their

in Warsew, he reached

succinct reply, “I see,” lingered in Mark's

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