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.

thoughtfully placed a straw in the drink and said softly, “Cecilia,

Cecilia’s heart

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

words seemed light but Mark sensed the complexity beneath

up as a pampered princess, she lacked

and 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

Mark’s complexion paled.

to maintain a smile. “Don’t talk such

her gaze and said, “Childish? You’ve always treated me like a child, haven’t you, Mr. Evans? If that’s the case, how could you engage in

held her emotions in

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

Mark’s heart ached.

not grasp that she expressed these

She should resent him.

well. Their relationship was passionate and

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

indeed contemplated

had failed her

hold her hand, yet she

sorry, I lost my

your secretary contact

alright for me to visit the Fowlers’

visibly

and the Fowler family were related

didn’t press

her today, without any ulterior motives. He

since he had an uncomplicated conversation with someone. There were

Cecilia hurriedly left.

she reached her car and opened the

the other side, the back window of Mark’s car slid down, revealing a mature and

Cecilia recognized her instantly.

of Mark’s

Cathy nodded at Cecilia.

expression contorted into a sneer. She found Mark’s behavior utterly incredulous— taking his female subordinate on a business trip with inappropriate intimacy while still seeking affection from

her mind, Mark was nothing but an

Cecilia and

furrowed his brow and approached Cecilia,

to explain anything to me. Besides…

Mark fell silent.

stand in the past

She got into her car, fastened her seatbelt, and accelerated

zoomed past him, Mark glimpsed what seemed like teardrops

Was Cecilia crying?

gazing at the exhaust fumes

there a misunderstanding between you and Miss Fowler? Would you like me to clarify

His heart sank.

turned his head, instantly adopting an impassive expression when he faced his beautiful female

composed smile, he inquired, “Misunderstanding? She’s merely standing up for

no intention of revealing

Cathy smiled subtly.

earlier scene. He wiped his brow and chastised the

felt embarrassed and

“Mr. Evans, what do we

nonchalantly replied, “You head back to

will be staying at 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

in the parking

knew that her love for him

Mark’s heart weighed heavy.

from his shackles and give

could he do

No, he couldn’t.

a cigarette delicately held between his

and demeanor were exceptional,

that he

to the ward and knocked on

it, his surprise evident, but he maintained

His demeanor exuded warmth, akin to a gentle spring breeze, as he poured a glass of water for

Waylen eventually mentioned, “In fact, if you had arrived half

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

the sofa, Waylen smiled, “Tea for Cecilia? Not Slurpees? You two are so different. I still can’t fathom how

Waylen’s words disgusted Mark.

her still exists.

nonchalantly flipped through some

Mark, who was calmly

me. Our family is quite open-minded. We won’t use Edwin to control you, so you’re free to continue your carefree lifestyle… As for Cecilia, my mother has arranged a blind date for her and she

Blind date…

the glass caused his fingers

Waylen noticed and smiled.

forced

sat up, rubbing her eyes,

Mark truly adored Alexis.

uneasy, he walked to her bedside, lifted Alexis into his arms, kissed her gently, and then retrieved a talisman from

purchased the talisman for

noticed this

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

a moment and whispered, “Just to be safe,

He kissed Alexis lovingly.

to let Rena or Alexis suffer at the hands of

bid farewell to the hospital’s

a business trip in Duefron, Korbyn extended a

along

appeared rather distant, continuously cradled in Cecilia’s arms, displaying

couldn’t help but feel a touch

his eyes brimming with emotion, and voiced, “You ought to mention me more frequently. The boy seems distant from

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

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

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

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