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.

it dawned on

revolved around Mark

if her commitment to acting was a way to

Time had swiftly passed.

city view from her

lighter, realizing that Mark's survival was a gift

It allowed her moments like these, to sit

in her

Mark was to her

she felt so clear — headed.

more reserved, curbing

Her doorbell chimed.

her delivery, opened the

of his white shirt against his black pants gave him

of vivid red roses in one hand and a

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

hadn't been one for grand

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

preparing meals for her

flowers held their own

“Didn't the doctors

out.” Setting down the wine, Mark's gaze rested on the

was

spot for the roses, Cecilia asked, “Hungry?” Sampling

in the fridge? I could whip up something” She brushed

my chef now?” Returning her smile, Mark made his way

of the fridge

since you had other plans, I thought I'd join you here.” Cecilia chuckled. She wasn't

fridge was well-stocked though,

the

she found herself wrapping her arms

from behind him, “Forgive my

sincerity, pondering if

air between them felt delicate; neither wanted

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

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

Cecilia murmuring occasional sweet nothings, Mark prepared a modest but thoughtful

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

their dinner, Mark led her to

first intimate encounter at her

glance was

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

night was

light of dawn peeked through,

out for the familiar presence beside him, only

his bed, the quilt cascaded

a delicately colored card

he read, “Uncle Mark, I've left

back to the hospital. You're probably on

his nostalgia, he swiftly dressed in last night's

the bedroom, he was met with a startled servant,

widened in surprise

hospital?” Her gaze flitted to an overturned wine bottle

red, she

few days, so there's

a mix of concern and curiosity, as he

Marks phone was flooded with 112 missed calls, primarily from the hospital and

his room with an IV drip, he was soon

blend

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

disinclined to come to Mark's

their silent exchange, Zoey’s ire

replied nonchalantly, “I just

Gracefully positioning herself on the

Where's Cecilia? Why

in Warsew.”

intently for a moment, before ushering Peter outside the

silence between Zoey and

Zoey, tapping her walking stick lightly, cheeks flushed,

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

trip to Warsew stems from discontent?” ANGELA'sLIBRARY Zoey's cheeks tinted

a

years mean that nights

their moments of reflection.” Feeling comforted, Zoey quipped, “Peter, when did you become an expert on women?” Peter responded with a chuckle, scratching his head in

the quiet of the hospital room, his thoughts inevitably drifting to the memorable evening

relationship had seen its ebbs and

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

for her presence, yet

trip to Warsew lasted a mere few days, aligning

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

Cecilia still in Warsew,

reply, “I see,” lingered in Mark's

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