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 always wondered how you’ve been faring

that moment, Cecilia’s heart

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

Mark sensed the complexity beneath

grown up as a pampered princess, she lacked

Do you wish to learn how embarrassed

Mark’s complexion paled.

managed to maintain a smile. “Don’t

always treated me like a child, haven’t you, Mr. Evans? If that’s the case, how could

restraint, Cecilia held her emotions in

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 heeded your words and left our past behind. So, what do you want

Mark’s heart ached.

not grasp that she expressed these sentiments to show her resentment

She should resent him.

well. Their relationship was passionate and

or worldly, would have

had indeed contemplated

failed her

wanted to hold her hand, yet she

“I’m sorry, I lost my

have your secretary contact

for me to visit the Fowlers’

visibly

to decline but the Evans family and the Fowler family were related through

didn’t press her any

her today, without any ulterior motives. He merely wanted to talk to

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

Cecilia hurriedly left.

and opened the

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

Cecilia recognized her instantly.

of Mark’s subordinates

Cathy nodded at Cecilia.

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

mind, Mark was nothing but

Cecilia and noticed the car window

brow and approached Cecilia, stating, “I brought

anything to me. Besides… Can you honestly

Mark fell silent.

a one-night stand in the past but now they were nothing more than

She got into her car, fastened her seatbelt,

the red sports car zoomed past him, Mark glimpsed what seemed

Was Cecilia crying?

his lips, gazing at the

alighted from the vehicle and approached him. “Mr. Evans, is there a misunderstanding between you

His heart sank.

adopting an impassive expression when

inquired, “Misunderstanding? She’s

no intention of revealing his past

Cathy smiled subtly.

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

felt embarrassed and explained, “Miss Wilson

Mark, “Mr. Evans, what

replied, “You head back to the hotel first. I’ll

Mark’s intentions well. He turned to Cathy and grinned, “It looks like Mr. Evans 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 not as lively as Duefron when it comes

away, while Mark stood in the parking lot,

seen Cecilia shedding tears, he knew that her

Mark’s heart weighed heavy.

give her a family, so

could he do that

No, he couldn’t.

road, a cigarette

and demeanor were exceptional, attracting the gaze

no hint that he

the ward and knocked on

evident, but he maintained

confrontation in Czanch. His demeanor exuded warmth, akin to a

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

replying, “I did see her. We had tea

leaning against the sofa, Waylen 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

Waylen’s words disgusted Mark.

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

flipped

Mark, who was calmly

to envy me. Our family is quite open-minded. We won’t use Edwin to control you, so you’re free to continue

Blind date…

grip on the glass caused

Waylen noticed and smiled.

forced

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

Mark truly adored Alexis.

lifted Alexis into his arms, kissed her

had specially purchased the talisman for

a keen eye and noticed this gesture.

tone about Elvira’s upcoming court

moment and whispered, “Just to be safe, I’ll use my

He kissed Alexis lovingly.

never to let Rena or Alexis suffer at the hands

farewell to the

a business trip in Duefron, Korbyn extended a gracious invitation, never

along some delightful

cradled in Cecilia’s

feel a

emotion, and voiced, “You ought to mention

in, “Spending more time together will surely bring you closer. Edwin is such a good-natured

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

Mark was nobody’s fool.

demonstrated remarkable flexibility, being kind to Mark despite the fact he had impregnated his beloved daughter. The reason behind this kindness extended beyond Rena;

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