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.

the drink and said softly, “Cecilia, I’ve

that moment, Cecilia’s heart skipped a

of her head, she spoke as though nothing out of

Mark sensed the

a pampered princess, she lacked any specific skills

“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

Mark’s complexion paled.

he managed to maintain a smile.

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 an intimate relationship with me? Were you simply bored with your bunch of

restraint, Cecilia held her emotions in

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 past behind.

Mark’s heart ached.

her. How could he not grasp that she expressed these

She should resent him.

well. Their relationship was passionate and

worldly, would have thought that

indeed contemplated marrying

failed

to hold her hand,

said, “I’m sorry, I

your secretary contact me.

inquired, “Is it alright for me to visit the

visibly taken

the Evans family and the Fowler family were related through

press her

chanced upon her today, without any ulterior motives.

with someone. There were no hidden agendas, just a

Cecilia hurriedly left.

car and opened

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

Cecilia recognized her instantly.

one of Mark’s

Cathy nodded at Cecilia.

subordinate on a business trip with inappropriate intimacy while still seeking affection

her mind, Mark was nothing

trailed after Cecilia and noticed the car window

Cecilia, stating, “I brought her here

calmly, “Mr. Evans, there’s no need to explain anything to me. Besides… Can you honestly claim that you’ve

Mark fell silent.

the past but now they

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

Mark glimpsed what seemed like teardrops gently tracing down her

Was Cecilia crying?

his lips, gazing at the exhaust

and approached him. “Mr. Evans, is there a misunderstanding between you and Miss Fowler? Would you

His heart sank.

an impassive

“Misunderstanding?

had no intention of revealing his past

Cathy smiled subtly.

witnessed the earlier scene. He wiped his brow and chastised the driver, “Why did you

and explained, “Miss Wilson

Mark, “Mr. Evans, what do we do

back to the hotel first. I’ll

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

Mark stood in the parking lot, smoking three or four

tears, he knew that her love for him

Mark’s heart weighed heavy.

from his shackles and give her a family, so she wouldn’t have to weep

could he do

No, he couldn’t.

crossed the road, a cigarette delicately

demeanor were exceptional, attracting

that he was over

the ward and knocked on

his surprise evident, but

warmth, akin to a gentle

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

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

smiled, “Tea for Cecilia? Not Slurpees? You two are so different. I still can’t fathom how you ended up together all those years ago… You two. don’t match at

Waylen’s words disgusted Mark.

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

nonchalantly flipped through

was calmly sipping on his water like an old

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

Blind date…

on the glass caused his fingers

Waylen noticed and smiled.

forced a

As she sat up, rubbing her

Mark truly adored Alexis.

his arms, kissed her

purchased the

eye and noticed this gesture. He said calmly,

tone about Elvira’s upcoming court date. Waylen provided him with all the

whispered, “Just

He kissed Alexis lovingly.

Rena or Alexis suffer at

Alexis bid farewell to the hospital’s

that Mark being on a business trip in Duefron, Korbyn extended a gracious invitation, never truly anticipating Mark’s

Mark brought along

distant, continuously cradled in Cecilia’s arms, displaying a

help but feel a

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

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

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

Mark was nobody’s fool.

beloved daughter. The reason behind this kindness extended beyond Rena; it was also

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