A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 821-830

Cecilia remained silent. She glanced around, but Rena was nowhere to be seen. If Rena were here, she would surely stand up for her.

Waylen couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation, “You’re in luck! Rena is resting inside.”

Resting?

Cecilia’s eyes widened.

Waylen’s handsome face turned slightly red, but he feigned nonchalance. “She’s just a bit tired.”

As an experienced adult, Cecilia instantly understood what he meant. Blushing slightly, she stood up, feeling embarrassed, and said, “Well… I should probably leave.”

With a casual reminder, Waylen said, “Drive safely.”

Cecilia’s eyes brightened as she nodded in agreement.

As she departed, Waylen’s gaze lingered on the closed door, lost in contemplation.

Deep down, he understood that Cecilia had been deeply wounded by Mark.

She had loved him and been showered with his affection. How could she easily move on and fall in love with someone else now?

Otherwise, this relationship would continue to haunt her if she didn’t move on.

Mark would forever be a thorn in her heart.

Waylen felt a sense of frustration at the thought.

Outside, Cecilia gripped the handle, her gaze lowered in contemplation.

No one had mentioned Mark to her recently, considering her delicate state of mind. Only Waylen had been urging her to face the reality.

Waylen had informed her about having a child with Mark.

They had to meet.

For Cecilia, there were only two paths ahead. One was to rekindle her love for Mark and the other was to forget him completely.

But she found herself unable to achieve either.

With closed eyes, she took a deep breath, preparing to leave the hospital and return home.

However, as she lifted her eyes, she was stunned.

There stood Mark, right in front of her.

He was dressed in a white shirt, black suit pants and a navy blue windbreaker.

At first glance, he appeared gentle and elegant but only she knew the cruel and maniacal side of this man, especially in private moments—transforming into someone entirely different…

In amoment of profound silence, their eyes met, rendering them unable to speak.

Little did Cecilia expect to encounter Mark in the hospital.

The sight of the hospital scene triggered memories of the first time they made love, which also happened in this very place.

Inebriated, he had ardently pressed her against the sofa and their passion ignited.

Evidently, Mark too was immersed in the memories of the past.

He had always been cautious with his words and actions, carefully considering the consequences before acting.

But now, the implications of his relationship with Cecilia eluded him. Being enticed by a woman sixteen years his junior was perhaps the craziest thing he had ever done.

It wasn’t merely because of her youth and beauty.

Mark had encountered numerous stunning women, many even more attractive and alluring than her, who possessed sensibility and thoughtfulness.

However, there was something about her, how she affectionately called him “Uncle Mark” like a kitten, that captivated him. ©

Her consistent use of that endearing term had him hooked.

After a prolonged moment, Mark inquired, “Are you here to visit Lexi?”

After a moment of contemplation, Cecilia replied, “Yes, she’s much better now. They might discharge her from the hospital tomorrow.”

Mark was about to say something but, just then, Peter emerged from the elevator, visibly surprised to see Cecilia. As a senior figure in the workplace, he swiftly regained his composure and greeted her with a smile, “Miss Fowler.”

Cecilia acknowledged Peter with a nod and turned to Mark. “I’ll leave if there’s nothing else.”

However, Mark grasped her hand firmly, urging her to stay, “Wait a minute.”

Peter discreetly averted his gaze.

Cecilia attempted to free her hand from Mark’s grip but his strength held her captive.

“Let’s talk,” Mark said in a hushed tone.

Eventually, they found solace in a tranquil teahouse. Peter secured a private room and stood guard outside dutifully.

Inside the secluded chamber, Mark personally served tea, setting aside his usual reliance on others, displaying his passion for the art of tea-making

He placed a cup before Cecilia, urging her to taste it.

Cecilia demurred, saying, “I’m not fond of tea.”

Mark’s indulgent smile graced his face as he gently said, “Ah, I forgot that you prefer milk tea and fried chicken…”

Cecilia observed him quietly.

He was just as gentle and refined as she remembered.

Once upon atime, she had reveled in his presence but now she wanted to avoid dwelling on such memories.

She coolly questioned, “Mr. Evans, is that the only reason you brought me here?”

Undeterred, Mark went to the mini-fridge, fetched a drink for her and offered it.

However, Cecilia declined.

placed a straw in the drink and said softly, “Cecilia, I’ve

moment, Cecilia’s heart

head, she spoke as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. “I have been doing remarkably well, experiencing

but Mark sensed the complexity beneath

as a pampered princess, she lacked any specific skills

asked, “Mr. Evans, what would you like to know? Do you wish to learn how embarrassed I was and then confess why I kept my pregnancy a secret from you? Or why I chose not to have an

Mark’s complexion paled.

he managed to maintain a smile. “Don’t talk

treated me like a child, haven’t you, Mr. Evans? If that’s the case, how could you engage in an intimate relationship with me? Were you simply bored with your bunch of girlfriends

great restraint, Cecilia held her emotions

differences between us. You enjoy tea and chess, while I prefer fast food and I even enjoy nightclubs. We belong to two different worlds… Mr. Evans, you said we weren’t right for each other, and I didn’t push you further. I heeded your words and left our

Mark’s heart ached.

from her. How could he not grasp that she expressed these

She should resent him.

they got along so well.

woman, whether inexperienced or worldly, would have thought that he’d

had indeed contemplated marrying

failed

hold her hand, yet

composure, she said, “I’m sorry, I lost my

your secretary contact me. I’ll make

inquired, “Is it alright for me to visit the

visibly taken

the Fowler

didn’t press her any

had chanced upon her today, without any ulterior motives. He merely wanted to

been a long time since he had an uncomplicated conversation with someone. There were no hidden agendas, just a man and a

Cecilia hurriedly left.

car and opened the door,

the back window of Mark’s car slid

Cecilia recognized her instantly.

Wilson, one of Mark’s subordinates

Cathy nodded at Cecilia.

taking his female subordinate

mind, Mark was nothing but an insufferable

and

Cecilia, stating, “I

Evans, there’s no need to explain anything to me. Besides… Can you

Mark fell silent.

the past but now

nothing further. She got into her car, fastened her seatbelt,

glimpsed what seemed

Was Cecilia crying?

lips, gazing at the exhaust fumes from her

Evans, is there a misunderstanding between you and Miss Fowler? Would you like me to clarify things

His heart sank.

impassive expression when

a composed smile, he inquired, “Misunderstanding? She’s merely

intention of revealing his past relationship with

Cathy smiled subtly.

He wiped his brow and chastised the driver, “Why did you bring

embarrassed and explained, “Miss Wilson requested

addressed Mark, “Mr. Evans, what do we

to the

Miss Gordon’s place tonight. It’s a chance for us to relax a bit… Cathy, I’ll take you out for some drinks tonight. Czanch is

Mark stood in the parking lot, smoking three

seen Cecilia shedding tears, he knew that her love for him

Mark’s heart weighed heavy.

and give her a family, so

he

No, he couldn’t.

crossed the road, a cigarette delicately held between his

exceptional, attracting

no hint that

way to the ward and knocked

it, his surprise evident, but he maintained

have forgotten the intense confrontation in Czanch. His demeanor exuded warmth, akin to a gentle spring breeze, as he

eventually mentioned, “In fact, if

hesitated briefly before replying, “I did see her. We

Slurpees? You two are so different. I still can’t fathom how you ended up together

Waylen’s words disgusted Mark.

a child with her, Edwin. One night together forged a lifelong bond. What I share with her still exists.

nonchalantly flipped

back at Mark, who was calmly sipping on his

envy me. Our family is quite open-minded. We won’t use Edwin to control you, so you’re free to continue your carefree

Blind date…

on the glass caused

Waylen noticed and smiled.

also forced a

woke up. As she sat up, rubbing

Mark truly adored Alexis.

her gently, and then

had specially purchased

a keen eye and noticed this

Mark asked Waylen in a hushed tone about Elvira’s upcoming court date. Waylen

whispered, “Just to be safe, I’ll

He kissed Alexis lovingly.

suffer at the hands

later, Alexis bid farewell

that Mark being on a business trip in Duefron, Korbyn extended a gracious invitation, never

brought along

appeared rather distant, continuously cradled in

help but feel a touch of

his eyes brimming with emotion, and voiced, “You ought to mention me more

in, “Spending more time together will surely bring you closer. Edwin

bigger man, urging Mark to join him for a drink. Waylen, too, was

Mark was nobody’s fool.

the fact he had impregnated his beloved daughter. The reason behind this kindness extended beyond Rena; it was also about the valuable resources Mark held

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