A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 2111 Olivia was clearly aware of the unpleasant odor accompanying her task.

The basin was soon half-filled with the unpleasant result of her actions.

Mark, Cecilia, and Edwin watched, their expressions intense with anticipation.

Once done, a bashful Olivia sought refuge in her father’s arms.

Mark, breaking his usual fastidious habits, donned gloves and, with a metal fork, began his unenviable task of searching through the contents of the basin.

His efforts were rewarded about ten minutes later when he unearthed the pink diamond ring, which he thoroughly washed under a faucet.

Angela's Library Despite the cleanliness, a lingering odor seemed to stick.

After cleaning up, Mark removed his gloves, yearning for a cigarette as a form of relief.

As the smoke curled upwards, his eyes moistened upon gazing at the diamond.

Cecilia, entering the room and immediately recoiling from the smell, saw the clean ring in Mark's hand.

“I found it,” he said softly.

Cecilia approached, delicately picking up the ring.

“It's beautiful,” she admired.

Mark said in a hoarse voice, “I'll buy you a better one.” Without saying anything and just cleansing the ring further with hand sanitizer, Cecilia then slipped it onto her ring finger.

Despite the day's chaos, she felt an overwhelming sense of happiness, a testament to Mark's love and dedication.

Mark, unable to bear the lingering smell, suggested, “Let's go home.

This is too much.” He extinguished his cigarette as Cecilia glanced down at her ruined couture dress, yet feeling an unexpected contentment.

“Mark, despite everything, today is really special and I am really happy,” she murmured.

Mark responded with a tender kiss, “I'm glad you're happy, but we should head home. The kids need a shower. You need one too.” Mark then made mental notes to also washed his car to help him completely forget about this embarrassing night.

Cecilia's laughter rang through the room as she playfully wrapped her arms around Mark's waist.

“I don't want a shower,” she protested, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

Chapter 2112 “This dress is too beautiful; I can’t bear to take it off." Mark responded with a tender, teasing smile, gently pinching her nose.

“Mrs. Evans, you'd look stunning in anything, or nothing at all,” he whispered with an affectionate chuckle.

By the time they all arrived back at the apartment, the clock had struck 11 p.m.

They found the dinner they'd left behind cold and uninviting.

Thinking on his feet, Mark contacted the servants at their villa, requesting a fresh, warm meal be prepared and delivered to their current abode. In the meantime, he saw to it that both children were bathed, their laughter and playful splashes echoing in the bathroom.

After ensuring the kids were clean and comfortable, he indulged in a long, relaxing bath himself.

Cecilia, meanwhile, slipped out of her elegant haute couture dress, folding it carefully. She decided to have it professionally cleaned and laundered, preserving its beauty and the memories of the day. In its place, she chose a long, flowing dress, its simplicity and comfort perfect for unwinding after the eventful day.

Cecilia was determined to preserve the dress.

Sitting at the dinner table, she was greeted by the aroma of steaming hot food.

Central to the spread was a bowl of noodles, painstakingly prepared by Zoey.

ANGELA'sLIBRARY Aware of Cecilia's aversion to scallions, Mark patiently removed them from her portion, exhibiting remarkable patience. As the clock chimed twelve, breaking the stillness of midnight, he leaned in, whispering, “Happy birthday, Cecilia” Cecilia savored the noodles in modest, thoughtful bites.

Mark watched over her with a soft, affectionate gaze, as he served the rest of the noodles to the eagerly awaiting children.

Olivia delighted in the flavorsome meal. Once finished, she was gently ushered to the children’s room by her brother, Edwin, who solemnly vowed to watch over her until she reached the age of eight.

“At eight years old, you'll need to start sleeping on your own,” he informed her with a mix of earnestness and maturity before escorting her away.

Mark, watching this tender sibling moment, couldn't help but smile wistfully.

“This guy. He's growing up too quickly,” he mused aloud.

Later, after attending to a brief task in his study, Mark returned to find Cecilia emerging from the children’s room. He inquired softly, “Are they asleep?” With a gentle nod, Cecilia closed the door behind her.

In the hall, only a single wall lamp remained lit, casting a dim, warm glow that suffused the space with a cozy, slightly dreamlike ambiance.

Mark approached, his steps measured and calm.

Cecilia lifted her gaze to meet his. With a gentle grasp, he tenderly held her hand and bestowed upon her a kiss filled with affection.

The kiss, tender and full of shared history, was both anticipated and a relief. Suddenly, she found herself gently pressed against the wall, lost in the moment. His hand tenderly caressed her waist, his whisper softly telling her how much he wanted her.

Chapter 2113 A blush tinged Cecilia's cheeks.

Her lips parted slightly, hesitantly murmuring, “Not here, please.” Mark, with a soft touch, brushed her lips with his own.

He gazed into her eyes, asking in a hushed tone, “Where would you prefer?” Overwhelmed by his directness, Cecilia wrapped her arms around his neck, playfully suggesting, “Let's move to the bedroom.” Lifting her in his arms, Mark continued to kiss her, walking towards their bedroom.

The tension and worries of the night had dissipated, giving way to a night filled with romance and connection.

The bedroom door swung open and then shut behind them.

Cecilia found herself gently laid upon the soft bed.

The night evolved into a tender, loving exploration of each other.

Mark reveled in the warmth and closeness, dedicating himself to cherishing and making her feel joyous and loved.

“Mark,” she whispered, her quivering voice laced with emotion, as the intensity of their connection peaked.

In the aftermath, she rested her head on his shoulder, tears of deep emotion glistening in her eyes.

a gentle intensity, his fingers threading through her hair, kissing

the other as theirs in a profound trance of affection and

dawn, Cecilia stirred within the cocoon of Mark's

ache resonated in her body, a testament to the night's intensity, yet her heart brimmed with contentment. She snuggled closer within his embrace, inhaling the

Mark awoke and affectionately pulled her closer, his kiss was a promise of a

laughter was cut short by the ringing

It was Korbyn.

listened

two need to come back immediately. I don't care what you're doing right now; make your way here right this instance!” Mark couldn't help but sense that Korbyn, somehow aware

Olivia was no secret.

to impart a lesson to both Mark and

exchanged a knowing look

a sense of urgency, “Get dressed. We should head back.” Cecilia, looking slightly anxious, recalled how her father’s affections had

his fondness for Olivia

unease, Mark kissed her

we need reprimanding, I'll be right beside you.” Cecilia couldn't help but retort with a mix of humor and scorn, “Look at you! Once so formidable, now you're almost meek before my father.” Mark responded

their life together, marked by

frustration showed in a flushed

impossible,” she chided, though

tinged with

all likelihood, your father probably just wants to see the kids and uses this as an excuse to make us come over.” Underneath it all, Mark harbored a more significant intent. He was planning to propose the

rose and headed off to

bed sheet a quick dust-off before getting ready to

on the sheet, causing a

it needed changing, he whisked the old sheet

finished tucking in the new sheet, the bedroom door

little girl, wordlessly

Olivia leaning against him, silent, her brow creased

at his heart, Mark gently scooped her up in one arm and sat on the bed’s

previous day, recalled the bitter

Olivia stayed nestled in his arms, beyond soothing. freshened up,

baby?” Olivia snuggled closer into Mark's embrace, her head tilted back to gaze up at her mother

her hair, smiling

embarrassed.” Cecilia leaned

just fine,” she

her face deeper into Mark's arms,

gentle voice, inquired if

secure, obediently shook her

Cecilia caught

forming that felt even more profound than their passionate encounter

morning's quiet enveloped them, with Olivia content in Mark's arms, and the couple's gaze lingering on each other, sharing

softly, “I need to poop again.” Mark's laughter filled the room, his amusement and affection for

Mark lowered his head and

to the bathroom, sweetie.” With a hint of

getting her cleaned up, Mark dressed her in a

patted

you go; find Edwin,” he

in search of her

sound of Edwin preparing milk for his

light sheen of sweat on his back. He removed his shirt, ready for a

already changed, was seated at her dressing table, carefully selecting her jewelry for the

rugged, shirtless figure adding a stark

ear stud, mused with

aware of so many things already.” Hearing this, Mark couldn't help but

around her from behind, and

so slender,”

playfully nudged

remember? Better get showered. You can't show up shirtless.” Mark responded with a peck

looking

reappearance, gave him a soft kiss on the chin, her voice tinged with

bear with it. He's really fond of Olivia." Mark responded with a tender

hour later, the family’s black Land Rover pulled up at

the car door and gently lifted Olivia into his

a worried

he lectured, “You're both too focused on yourselves, neglecting the child. If you're longing for romance on your birthday, go book a hotel, or even travel abroad. Just don't ignore your responsibilities as parents though. If you want some time alone, we're more than happy to help take care of them.” Mark,

humility, he acknowledged, “You're completely right, I've been careless.” Attempting to ease the tension, Mark offered a cigarette to Korbyn, who responded with a glare, holding Olivia, “How can I smoke while holding her?” Realizing

under his breath, chided, “No sense of appropriateness. Don’t worry, my dear; even if your father neglects you, Grandpa's here. I love you.” He then walked away

Edwin, alighted

sidelined now, and so are you. Dad's heart belongs only to

acceptance into the family, despite any surface

in thought, Mark

not really like you.” Before Mark

with each other, the

Cecilia didn’t respond, merely letting her delicate fingers rest in

the hall, Korbyn cradled Olivia, showcasing a large jewelry box filled with enormous, colorful diamonds, which Olivia

to her when she’s still

could have harmed her delicate system. She's more fragile than most.”

gaze turned icy at

diverted the conversation towards a pile of gifts. Addressing Cecilia, she said, “Your dowry’s right there. And Zoey brought those over

every penny he owned to

unshed tears, Cecilia softly confided, “These material things don't matter to me.” Korbyn, with a snort, retorted, “To claim indifference towards Mark's money is one

change of heart?” Korbyn’s scowl deepened as he recounted, “I was unaware of their neglect towards Olivia.

for the oversight regarding Olivia, Mark diligently pacified

cleared his throat

next year, Mark and Cecilia's relationship

“How about December?” Angela's Library After a careful discussion, Korbyn and Juliette set the

finalizing the plans, Korbyn, noticing Cecilia's reddened eyes, gently

Rena always indulged you.

Korbyn'’s affection for Cecilia was deep and unique. Recalling Mark's affection for Olivia stirred memories of his own

comforted by his presence, his constant worries about her boyfriends in her

imminent marriage was