A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 2011-1020

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.

she sipped, it dawned on her-she

life revolved around Mark and

pondered, wondering if her commitment to acting was a

Time had swiftly passed.

from her Large

realizing that Mark's survival

It allowed her moments like these, to sit back and cherish

in her

how pivotal Mark was to her

so clear —

become more reserved, curbing her

Her doorbell chimed.

delivery, opened

his black pants gave him an

in one hand and a chilled bottle of vintage wine

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

been one for grand gestures, seldom surprising her with

on

he'd taken to the kitchen, preparing meals for her in their

flowers held their own

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

Mark's gaze rested on the remnants of her

was thoughtful,

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

could whip up something” She brushed the rose

Returning her smile, Mark

the fridge broke

plans, I thought I'd join you here.” Cecilia chuckled.

well-stocked though, thanks to diligent house

the rustle of

realized it, she found herself wrapping

behind him, “Forgive

talking.” Mark tried to gauge her sincerity, pondering

the air between them felt delicate; neither

wedding to his illness, and finally to his return-they hadn't truly found

now, understanding that not everything

sweet nothings, Mark

crafted. As they sat down, she sipped on the wine he'd brought, her cheeks tinting a rosy

their dinner, Mark led her to the

intimate encounter at

was filled with a gentle

soft glow of the room, she traced the contours of his face, eyes

Mark, this night was a

light of dawn peeked

the familiar presence

quilt

2016 Beside him, a delicately colored card

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

probably on the doctor's

swiftly dressed

a startled servant, who had just

eyes widened in surprise upon seeing

hospital?” Her gaze flitted to

she attempted to

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

watched, a mix of concern and curiosity, as he left the

the hospital, Marks phone was flooded

an IV drip, he was soon

held a blend of

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

however, seemed disinclined to come to Mark's

exchange, Zoey’s ire

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

Gracefully positioning herself on the sofa, Zoey beamed at her

seems you've finally learned to cherish your wife. Where's Cecilia? Why isn't she

Warsew.”

for a moment,

Zoey and Peter was

Peter probed, “What's on your mind?” Zoey, tapping her walking stick lightly, cheeks flushed, shared

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

from discontent?”

a

over the years mean that nights like the one they shared yesterday have a

Zoey quipped, “Peter, when did you become an expert on women?” Peter

found solace in the quiet of the hospital room, his thoughts inevitably drifting to the memorable evening with

relationship had seen

intimate moments with Cecilia, but the depth and maturity Cecilia exuded last night were

presence, yet he chose

lasted a mere few days, aligning with Mark's hospital

primarily discussing the children, carefully avoiding the topic of their recent

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

succinct reply, “I see,” lingered in

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