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.

drink and said softly, “Cecilia, I’ve always wondered how

Cecilia’s

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

light but Mark sensed the complexity

grown up as a pampered princess, she lacked any

inquire 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 confess why I kept my pregnancy a secret from you? Or why I chose not to have an

Mark’s complexion paled.

a smile. “Don’t talk such

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

restraint, Cecilia held her

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

Mark’s heart ached.

was worlds apart from her. How could he not grasp that she expressed these sentiments to show her resentment

She should resent him.

then, they got along so well. Their relationship was passionate

or worldly, would

had indeed contemplated marrying

failed

wanted to hold her hand,

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

have your secretary contact me. I’ll

for me to visit the Fowlers’

visibly taken

but the Evans family and the Fowler

didn’t press her

any ulterior motives. He merely

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

Cecilia hurriedly left.

car and opened the door, she suddenly

other side, the back window of Mark’s car slid down,

Cecilia recognized her instantly.

Wilson, one of Mark’s subordinates

Cathy nodded at Cecilia.

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

mind, Mark was nothing but an insufferable

trailed after Cecilia and noticed

approached Cecilia, stating, “I

Evans, there’s no need to explain anything to me.

Mark fell silent.

the past but now they were

She got into her car, fastened her seatbelt, and

the red sports car zoomed past him, Mark glimpsed what seemed like teardrops gently tracing down her

Was Cecilia crying?

lips, gazing at the exhaust fumes from

“Mr. Evans, is there a

His heart sank.

impassive expression when he faced his beautiful

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

had no intention of revealing his past

Cathy smiled subtly.

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

embarrassed and explained, “Miss Wilson

Mark, “Mr. Evans,

nonchalantly replied, “You head back to the

looks like Mr. Evans will be staying at Miss Gordon’s place tonight. It’s a chance for us to relax a bit…

away, while Mark stood in the parking lot,

he’d seen Cecilia shedding tears, he knew

Mark’s heart weighed heavy.

give her a family, so she

could he do

No, he couldn’t.

cigarette delicately held between

appearance and demeanor were exceptional, attracting the gaze of

was no hint that

his way to the ward and

it, his surprise evident, but

His demeanor exuded warmth, akin to a

Waylen eventually mentioned, “In fact, if you

briefly before replying, “I did see her.

Not Slurpees? You two are so different. I still can’t fathom

Waylen’s words disgusted Mark.

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

flipped through

calmly

We won’t use Edwin to control you, so you’re free to continue your

Blind date…

grip on the glass caused his fingers

Waylen noticed and smiled.

forced a

woke up. As she sat up, rubbing her eyes, she called

Mark truly adored Alexis.

arms, kissed her gently, and then retrieved

had specially purchased the

noticed this gesture. He said calmly, “You’re

in his embrace, Mark asked Waylen in a hushed tone about Elvira’s upcoming court date. Waylen provided him with all the relevant

whispered, “Just to be

He kissed Alexis lovingly.

or Alexis suffer at the hands

Alexis bid farewell to the hospital’s care.

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

arrival, Mark brought along some delightful toys

appeared rather distant, continuously cradled in

couldn’t help but feel a touch

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

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

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

Mark was nobody’s fool.

impregnated his beloved daughter. The reason behind this kindness extended beyond Rena; it

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