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.

“Cecilia, I’ve always wondered how you’ve been

moment, Cecilia’s

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

but Mark sensed

as a pampered princess, she lacked any specific skills or

further but Cecilia offered a smile and asked, “Mr. Evans, what would you like to know? Do you wish to learn how embarrassed I was and then

Mark’s complexion paled.

managed to maintain a smile.

you, Mr. Evans? If that’s the case, how could you engage in an intimate relationship with me? Were you simply

held

the 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

Mark’s heart ached.

grasp

She should resent him.

they got along so well. Their

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

indeed contemplated

had failed her in

hold her hand, yet

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

have your secretary contact me. I’ll

it alright for me to visit the

appeared visibly taken

Evans family and the Fowler family were related through her brother and

press her

her today, without any ulterior motives. He merely

time since he had an uncomplicated conversation with someone. There were no hidden agendas,

Cecilia hurriedly left.

she reached her car and opened the door, she

the other 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.

sneer. She found Mark’s behavior utterly incredulous— taking his female subordinate on a business trip

her mind, Mark was nothing but an

and noticed

furrowed his brow and approached Cecilia, stating, “I brought her

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

Mark fell silent.

in the past

said nothing further. She got into her

red sports car zoomed past him, Mark glimpsed what seemed

Was Cecilia crying?

lips, gazing at

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

His heart sank.

head, instantly adopting an impassive expression

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

revealing his past

Cathy smiled subtly.

his brow and chastised the driver,

embarrassed and explained, “Miss

“Mr. Evans, what do we do

head back to

a chance for us to relax a bit… Cathy, I’ll take you out for some drinks tonight.

Mark stood in the parking lot, smoking three or

knew

Mark’s heart weighed heavy.

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

he do

No, he couldn’t.

the road, a cigarette delicately held between

were exceptional, attracting the gaze

that

to the ward and

opened it, his surprise evident, but

the intense confrontation in Czanch. His demeanor exuded warmth, akin

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

Mark hesitated briefly before replying, “I did see

for Cecilia? Not Slurpees? You two are so different. I still can’t fathom how you ended up together all those years ago… You

Waylen’s words disgusted Mark.

a child with her, Edwin. One night together forged a lifelong bond. What I share with her still exists. But I must admit, I greatly admire you. If you and Rena reconcile, you’ll

nonchalantly flipped

who was calmly sipping

open-minded. We won’t use Edwin to control you, so you’re free

Blind date…

grip on the glass caused his fingers to

Waylen noticed and smiled.

also forced a

she sat up, rubbing her eyes, she

Mark truly adored Alexis.

Alexis into his arms, kissed her gently, and then retrieved a talisman from his pocket and placed it

had specially purchased the talisman for

a keen eye and noticed this

Waylen in a hushed tone about Elvira’s upcoming

“Just to be safe, I’ll

He kissed Alexis lovingly.

suffer at the hands of

later, Alexis bid farewell

Given that Mark being on a business trip in Duefron, Korbyn extended a gracious invitation,

brought along

distant, continuously cradled in Cecilia’s arms, displaying

feel a touch

voiced, “You ought to mention me more frequently.

chimed in, “Spending more time together will

to be the bigger man, urging Mark to join

Mark was nobody’s fool.

The reason

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