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.

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

Cecilia’s heart skipped a

head, she spoke as though nothing out of the

words seemed light but Mark sensed the complexity

grown up as a pampered princess, she lacked any specific skills

wanted to 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

Mark’s complexion paled.

managed to maintain a

that’s the case, how could you

great restraint, Cecilia held her

and chess, while I prefer fast food and I even enjoy nightclubs. We belong to two different worlds… Mr. Evans, you

Mark’s heart ached.

he not grasp that she expressed these sentiments to show her

She should resent him.

well. Their relationship was passionate and

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

indeed contemplated

he had failed her in the

her hand,

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

contact me. I’ll make

alright for me to visit the

appeared visibly

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

didn’t press her

without any ulterior motives. He merely

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

Cecilia hurriedly left.

reached her car and opened the door, she suddenly

window of Mark’s car slid down, revealing

Cecilia recognized her instantly.

one of Mark’s subordinates and also his

Cathy nodded at Cecilia.

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 his old

mind, Mark was nothing but

after Cecilia and noticed the car window

his brow and approached Cecilia,

Cecilia responded calmly, “Mr. Evans, there’s no need to explain anything to me. Besides… Can you honestly claim that you’ve never been intimate with

Mark fell silent.

stand in the past but now

nothing further. She got into her car, fastened her

car zoomed past him, Mark glimpsed what seemed like teardrops

Was Cecilia crying?

lips, gazing at

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

His heart sank.

an impassive expression when

inquired, “Misunderstanding? She’s

no intention of revealing

Cathy smiled subtly.

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

driver felt embarrassed and explained, “Miss Wilson

Mark, “Mr. Evans, what do we do

nonchalantly replied, “You head back to the hotel first.

tonight. It’s a chance for us to relax a

escorted Cathy away, while Mark stood in the

shedding tears, he knew that her love for him still

Mark’s heart weighed heavy.

to break free from his shackles and give her

could he do that

No, he couldn’t.

crossed the road, a cigarette delicately

and demeanor were exceptional, attracting

no hint that

his way to the ward and

opened it, his surprise evident, but he maintained a

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

fact, if you had arrived half an hour

cup delicately, Mark hesitated briefly before replying,

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

Waylen’s words disgusted Mark.

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

nonchalantly flipped

Mark, who was calmly sipping on his water

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

Blind date…

glass caused his fingers

Waylen noticed and smiled.

forced a

up,

Mark truly adored Alexis.

kissed her

had specially purchased the talisman

eye and noticed this gesture.

tone about Elvira’s upcoming court date. Waylen provided

for a moment and whispered, “Just to be safe,

He kissed Alexis lovingly.

to let Rena or Alexis suffer at the hands of that

sunrises later, Alexis bid farewell to the hospital’s

that Mark being on a business

Mark brought along some

distant, continuously cradled in

feel a touch of

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

together will surely bring you closer. Edwin

urging Mark to join him for

Mark was nobody’s fool.

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