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.

sipped, it dawned on

life revolved around

commitment to acting was a way to distract herself from thinking

Time had swiftly passed.

city view from her Large window, mesmerized by the vibrant

realizing that Mark's survival was a

allowed her moments like these, to sit back and cherish

in

how pivotal Mark was to her

she felt so clear — headed.

age, she'd become more reserved, curbing her

Her doorbell chimed.

her delivery, opened the door only

white shirt against his black pants gave him an undeniably debonair look; yet his

of vivid red roses in one hand and

wine she'd been drinking, Mark teased, “How about trying this one?” A few beats passed before Cecilia gathered her wits. Taking the roses, she stepped

one for

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

preparing meals for her in their shared

held their own

playfully said, “Didn't the doctors want to keep

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

gaze was thoughtful, almost

“Hungry?” Sampling her food, Mark

I could whip up something” She brushed the

now?” Returning her smile, Mark made his way to the

the fridge

but since you had other plans, I thought I'd join you

was well-stocked though, thanks

heard the rustle of

herself wrapping her arms around Mark, surprising even

whispered softly from behind him, “Forgive

her sincerity, pondering if

delicate; neither wanted

history-from a disrupted wedding to his illness, and finally to his return-they hadn't truly found solitude together.

now, understanding that not everything needed to be laid

nothings, Mark

As they sat down, she sipped on the wine he'd

dinner, Mark led her to the bedroom,

first intimate

touch and glance was filled with a

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

this night was a

first light of dawn peeked through, warmth

for the familiar

bed, the quilt

Beside him, a delicately colored card caught

as he read, “Uncle Mark, I've

to the hospital. You're probably on the doctor's naughty List by now-* Uncle Mark — The endearment

his nostalgia, he swiftly

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

eyes widened in

gaze flitted to an overturned wine

deep red, she attempted to

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

and curiosity,

his return to the hospital, Marks phone was flooded

IV

eyes held a blend of

be ill, but that doesn't stop your escapades, does it? I swear I'l ground you the next time” Mark's gaze shifted to Peter, their shared look hinting at an

however, seemed disinclined to come

exchange, Zoey’s

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

positioning herself on the sofa, Zoey beamed

your wife. Where's

in Warsew.” Zoey's

studied Mark intently for a moment,

between Zoey

tapping her walking stick lightly, cheeks flushed,

between Mark and Cecilia, coupled with his health, do you think it might strain their relationship?” Understanding her worries, Peter assisted her to a seat, offering

to Warsew stems from discontent?” ANGELA'sLIBRARY

smile held a

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

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

in the quiet of the hospital room, his

had seen

intimate moments with Cecilia, but the depth

presence, yet he chose

lasted a mere

sporadic messages primarily discussing the children, carefully avoiding the topic of

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

lingered in

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