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.

Mark responded with a gentle intensity, his fingers threading through her hair, kissing

other as theirs in a profound trance of

stirred within the cocoon

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

affectionately pulled her closer, his kiss was a promise of a new

shared laughter was cut short by

It was Korbyn.

Mark listened to Korbyn's

here right this instance!” Mark couldn't help but sense that Korbyn, somehow aware of the previous night's events,

affection for Olivia was

he now sought to impart a lesson to both Mark

ending the call, Mark exchanged a knowing

urgency, “Get dressed. We should head

for

Mark

Should your father decide 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 while softly caressing her waist,

life

showed in a

impossible,” she chided, though

smile was tinged with a hint of

to make us come over.” Underneath it all, Mark

rose and headed off

Mark stood up too, giving the bed sheet a quick dust-off before

attention was drawn to the stains on the sheet, causing a hint of warmth to color his handsome

needed changing, he whisked the old sheet away and fetched a clean one

in the new sheet, the bedroom door swung

walked a little girl, wordlessly wrapping her arms

Olivia leaning against him, silent, her

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

previous day, recalled the bitter medicine

a smelly baby, Olivia stayed nestled in his arms, beyond

embrace, her head tilted back to gaze up at her

her

a bit embarrassed.” Cecilia leaned in, planting

just

deeper into Mark's arms, comforted

gentle voice, inquired if Olivia's tummy

and secure, obediently shook her

Cecilia

looked into each other's eyes, a connection forming that felt even

Mark's arms, and the

Olivia's expression changed. She frowned and mumbled softly, “I need to poop again.” Mark's laughter filled the room, his amusement and affection for both mother and

lowered his head and

bathroom, sweetie.” With a hint of reluctance, Olivia

dressed her in a light wool dress, complementing it with thick stockings and cozy sheepskin

patted

you go; find Edwin,”

wobbled off in search of

familiar sound of Edwin preparing milk for

parental duties, Mark felt a light sheen of sweat on his back.

her dressing table, carefully selecting

in the mirror. His rugged, shirtless figure adding a stark contrast to

stud, mused with a

just a little one, but so aware of so many things already.” Hearing this, Mark couldn't

He approached Cecilia, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and gently rested his chin on her

slender,” he murmured

playfully nudged

should be heading to my parents’ house, remember? Better get showered. You can't show up shirtless.” Mark responded with a peck

minutes later, he emerged, looking refreshed

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

time later, just bear with it. He's really fond of Olivia." Mark responded with a tender touch to her lips, not saying a

family’s black Land Rover pulled up at the Fowlers’

father, with a somber expression, swiftly opened the car door and gently lifted Olivia into his arms, checking her over

worried look, carefully inspected

expression hardened as 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

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?”

dear; even if your father neglects you, Grandpa's here. I love

Edwin, alighted

belongs only to the kids.” Mark responded with a light

that Korbyn's invitation meant acceptance into the family,

in thought, Mark barely registered

really like you.” Before Mark could reply, Edwin

each other, the

discomfort, Mark quipped playfully about their hand-holding, to which Cecilia didn’t respond, merely letting her delicate fingers rest in his dry

box filled with enormous, colorful diamonds, which Olivia toyed

questioned, slightly bemused, “Dad, why give these to her when she’s still so young?” Korbyn's expression

was small, or it could have harmed her delicate system. She's more

gaze turned

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

giving every penny

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 thing, but saying you don't care about him, now that'll be a real noble statement.”

was unaware of their neglect towards Olivia. The ordeal with the 12-carat diamond ring must have been distressing. I can't bear the thought of

to Korbyn for the oversight regarding Olivia, Mark diligently pacified

Korbyn's demeanor softened, and he cleared his throat and

next year, Mark and Cecilia's relationship had blossomed so fully they didn’t

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

Korbyn, noticing Cecilia's reddened eyes, gently called

heart. Your mother and I, your brother, and Rena always indulged you.

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

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

was a poignant