A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love - Chapter 379

Chapter 379:

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Mark’s proposition was enticing.

Cecilia also wanted to agree.

However, her hesitations persisted. While she could place all her hopes on Mark, she also had her child with her.

What if Mark broke his promise once again? Mark was cognizant of Cecilia’s internal debate.

He tenderly smoothed her hair and murmured, “We can discuss this later. For now, focus on wrapping up your shoot.”

Having said that, Mark should have departed. Yet, he lingered a bit longer. Opportunities to see her were so rare. Eventually, the filming resumed.

As Mark exited the studio, a snowstorm had commenced.

Peter, poised to remove his coat and offer it to Mark, had his offer declined.

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“No need. I’m not in my seventies.”

Unfazed, Peter quipped with a grin, “At your age, it’s best to take good care of your health.”

Mark was left speechless. Recognizing his gaffe, Peter opened the car door for his boss.

As Mark settled in, he brushed away the snowflakes that had settled on his sweater, chiding himself, “True, I may be getting old, but I can’t provide my wife and child with a complete family.”

Peter sighed, his emotions deep. At the same time, Cecilia’s mood had worsened after Mark’s departure.

She exerted herself to make the best of the situation, eventually completing the commercial shoot.

Though she declined the crew’s invitation for dinner, her assistant, ever adept with people, personally paid for the staff to dine together.

Cecilia yearned for Edwin.

Returning home earlier, she intended to take Edwin back to her apartment. However, upon reaching the villa where Waylen resided, the hour had grown late and snow was falling.

Seated on the couch, Waylen was engrossed in his laptop, managing official affairs.

Without raising his gaze, he said, “Stay here tonight. Edwin’s been eagerly anticipating playing in the snow all day.”

Cecilia turned her gaze to her son.

Edwin approached, gripping her hand, and in a subdued tone, he pleaded, “I want to play with Alexis and Leonel in the snow.”

Sensing her debt to Edwin, Cecilia couldn’t bring herself to decline.

She tenderly ruffled his hair and nodded.

“Alright, go ahead. Put on your down jacket.”

Edwin complied, heading out to join Alexis and Leonel in their snowball fight. Laughter and merriment wafted in through the open door. Tears welled in Cecilia’s eyes.

At some point, Waylen had ceased his work.

Gazing at his sister in silence, he recognized how much Cecilia had changed over the years, all for the sake of her relationship with Mark.

She had matured and become astute, yet Waylen longed for her to retain her innocence, shielded from sorrow’s touch… His gaze then fell to her hand.

The milk tea cup sat half-drunk.

Waylen’s tone took on an air of indifference.

“Did Mark buy you the milk tea? You seem quite attached to it.”

Cecilia pursed her lips, choosing silence. She feared her brother’s possible displeasure.

Waylen cast her a sidelong glance and remarked, “Weren’t you quite stubborn this afternoon? Now you’re moved just because he bought you a cup of milk tea?”

“Waylen.”

He cared for Cecilia deeply, preferring not to scold her. With gentleness, he advised, “If you’re patient, just wait for him to give you a complete family. I won’t stop you.”

With that, Waylen ascended the stairs to be with Rena. Cecilia was left alone in the living room.

Cradling the milk tea, she approached the French window. Outside, the snowfall had intensified…

Had Mark’s flight taken off? Was he safe now?

In hindsight, Cecilia regretted their conflict earlier in the day. Mark had taken the time to visit her and Edwin when he was free. If she hadn’t lost her temper with him, she would have spent more time with him.

After much contemplation, she dialed a number.

The call connected…

Cecilia sniffed back her emotions.

“Did you return to Czanch by car?” Mark confirmed.

On the other end of the line, Peter was in conversation with the driver, indicating that they were on their way.

Cecilia felt a pang of guilt and said casually, “Take care.”

After a brief silence, Mark said, “Take good care of our son. I’ll come to see you when I have the chance.”

Cecilia wished to object, but the words eluded her…

Rena, now pregnant, often found herself drowsy.

Only when Waylen entered and gently nudged the door open did she awaken. Her demeanor exuded softness. Illuminated by the warm, golden light, the delicate fuzz on her face became visible.

Seating himself at the bedside, Waylen found Rena undisturbed. One arm extended, she enveloped his waist.

Waylen, with his attractive features and well-built physique, was a man Rena relished embracing.

In a hushed tone, she inquired.

“Are the children playing outside?” Waylen casually confirmed her assumption.

“Cecilia is supervising them.”

He tenderly brushed her arm with slender fingers, his voice hoarse as he queried, “Why did you sleep naked?”

Blushing, Rena was reticent to admit her oversight.

Undeterred, Waylen slipped a hand beneath the covers, assessing the situation.

“Let me have a check.”

Though Rena hastened to stop him, her efforts were in vain. His hand had already made contact with her… Waylen’s gaze took on a discerning clarity before he transitioned into a gentle caress. After a while, his touches evolved into tender kisses.

The room was filled with warmth, and he gently guided her from under the covers.

His eyes ablaze, Waylen was cautious not to overstep as Rena implored softly, “Please, don’t influence the baby.”

Waylen’s touch grazed her belly, where their third child resided.

Rena’s health was good, her skin still taut and flawless despite having borne two children. Her pregnancy was scarcely evident at almost four months, her belly subtly rounded.

While some young men might not fancy pregnant women, a mature individual like Waylen found then even more alluring.

Particularly when she had exerted herself to the point of near tears.

Her long eyelashes were adorned with tears, and the corners of her eyes had turned pink. She looked incredibly endearing.

Waylen handled Rena with care, regularly inquiring about her well-being. Her lips parted slightly, but no words emerged… His lips moved to her ear.

“Do you like it that much?”

Blushing, Rena couldn’t help turning her face away.

Considering her condition, he had been gentle, making love to her just once.

Once their passionate encounter had ended, he held her tenderly, whispering sweet words in her ear.

The ambiance was just right.

Waylen’s phone rang, displaying an unfamiliar number.

He answered and exited the bedroom to converse in the living room. After approximately two minutes, Waylen returned and started dressing. need to step out.”

As he spoke, he swiftly pulled up his zipper. Rena voiced her discontent.

“It’s snowing outside. Why are you heading out?”

Waylen leaned over and kissed her lips, whispering, “It’s business. And don’t worry, it has nothing to do with other women, Miss Gordon.”

Rena reclined against the headboard, emanating a gentle aura.

Looping her arms around his neck, she gazed up at him. After a moment, she said, “Waylen, I won’t doubt you.”

A simple sentence, yet it carried weight.

Waylen, despite everything they had been through, felt a touch of sadness. Hearing her speak these words without reservation was meaningful. He kissed her affectionately and promised, “I’ll definitely be back before ten o’clock. I have to lull you to sleep.”

Rena reciprocated his kiss.

With reluctance, Waylen turned away with a smile.

“If I don’t leave now, I might end up making love to you again.”

He donned his coat and descended into the snowy outdoors. Waylen drove himself. An hour later, a black Land Rover came to a halt in front of a dimly lit rental building. Exiting the vehicle, he closed the door behind him.

A man in his early thirties approached Waylen. The man had the air of a detective about him. He reported in a hushed tone, “Mr. Fowler, when I arrived, the man was already dead. He was strangled with a rope. The scene… You will know when you see it.”

Waylen extracted a cigarette from his case, offering one to the detective as well.

Both men smoked as they entered the old building one after the other. They stood before Room 302.

The door creaked open, revealing a young man sprawled lifeless on a worn -out bed.

The young man was partially undressed. Strangulation marks marred his neck, indicating his demise.

Speaking in hushed tones, the detective shared.

“He’s been dead for less than two hours. He engaged in vigorous sexual activity before his death.”

Waylen donned gloves, retrieving a work ID from the old desk. The deceased was 24 years old and an electrician by profession.

Surveying the room, Waylen formed a conjecture about the assailant’s identity

He also surmised that the evidence of bodily fluids would have been meticulously cleaned… Aline had killed the young man to safeguard a secret.

Next to the bed lay $100, 000.

“Take these for investigation by Mr. Winston, Also, look into the deceased’s background and provide his family with $500, 000 for relocation. Keep the source of the money anonymous.”

The detective was perplexed. Understanding wasn’t required from him…

Waylen exited the stifling room quietly, the young man’s lifeless visage etched into his mind.

Standing amidst the falling snow, he smoked half a pack of cigarettes. The scent of death lingered, unshakeable.

It wasn’t until he returned home, the villa’s warm lights aglow, that he began to feel a sense of relief…

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