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 how you’ve been faring these past

that moment, Cecilia’s heart skipped a

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

but Mark

as a pampered princess, she

still 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 pregnancy a secret from you? Or why I

Mark’s complexion paled.

maintain a smile. “Don’t talk such

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

restraint, Cecilia held

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

Mark’s heart ached.

grasp that she expressed these sentiments to show her

She should resent him.

well. Their relationship was passionate

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

indeed contemplated

had failed

her hand, yet she

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

have your secretary contact

alright for me

appeared visibly taken

but the Evans family and the Fowler family were

didn’t press her any

upon her today, without any ulterior

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

Cecilia hurriedly left.

reached her car and opened the

of Mark’s car slid down, revealing a mature and stunning woman

Cecilia recognized her instantly.

Wilson, one of Mark’s subordinates

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

was nothing but an insufferable

after Cecilia and noticed the car

and approached 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.

a one-night stand in the past but now they

nothing further. She got into her car, fastened her seatbelt, and accelerated

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

Was Cecilia crying?

at the exhaust fumes

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

His heart sank.

adopting an impassive expression

“Misunderstanding? She’s merely standing up for

of revealing

Cathy smiled subtly.

approached, having witnessed the earlier scene. He wiped his brow and chastised

and explained, “Miss

Mark, “Mr. Evans, what do we do

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

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

Mark stood in the parking lot, smoking three or four

shedding tears, he knew that her love

Mark’s heart weighed heavy.

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

could he do

No, he couldn’t.

road, a cigarette delicately held between his slender

were exceptional, attracting the gaze

was no hint that he was over

his way to the ward and knocked

opened it, his surprise evident, but he maintained a courteous

demeanor exuded warmth, akin to a gentle spring breeze, as he poured

if you had arrived half an hour earlier, you would have seen

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

the sofa, Waylen smiled, “Tea for Cecilia? Not Slurpees? You two are so different. I still can’t

Waylen’s words disgusted Mark.

her still exists. But I must admit, I greatly admire you. If you and Rena reconcile, you’ll have two weddings in one go… Ican’t compare to

flipped through

Mark, who was calmly sipping on his water

envy me. Our family is quite open-minded. We won’t use Edwin to control you, so you’re free to continue your carefree lifestyle… As for Cecilia, my

Blind date…

on the glass caused his fingers to

Waylen noticed and smiled.

forced a

As she sat up, rubbing her eyes, she

Mark truly adored Alexis.

lifted Alexis into his arms, kissed her gently,

purchased the talisman

this gesture. He said calmly, “You’re

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

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

He kissed Alexis lovingly.

let Rena or Alexis suffer at the hands of that deranged

sunrises later, Alexis bid farewell

an exquisite family gathering. Given that Mark being on a business trip in Duefron, Korbyn extended a gracious

along some

continuously cradled in Cecilia’s arms,

but feel a touch of

emotion, and voiced, “You

time together will surely bring you closer. Edwin is such a good-natured

be the bigger man, urging Mark to join him for

Mark was nobody’s fool.

The reason behind this kindness extended beyond Rena; it was also about the valuable resources Mark held

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