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.

straw in the drink and said softly, “Cecilia, I’ve always wondered how you’ve been faring these

Cecilia’s heart

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

seemed light but Mark

up as a pampered princess, she lacked

learn how embarrassed I was and then confess why I kept my pregnancy a secret

Mark’s complexion paled.

he managed to maintain a smile. “Don’t

“Childish? You’ve 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 with your

restraint, Cecilia held her emotions in

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

Mark’s heart ached.

How could he not grasp that she expressed these sentiments

She should resent him.

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

woman, whether inexperienced or worldly, would have thought that

indeed

had failed her

wanted to hold her hand,

her composure, she said, “I’m sorry, I

have your secretary contact me. I’ll

gently inquired, “Is it alright for me to visit the

visibly

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

didn’t press her any

had chanced upon her today, without any ulterior motives. He merely wanted to

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

Cecilia hurriedly left.

her car and opened the door, she suddenly

back window of Mark’s car

Cecilia recognized her instantly.

of Mark’s subordinates

Cathy nodded at Cecilia.

his female subordinate on

mind, Mark was nothing but an

and noticed the car window

Cecilia, stating, “I brought

to explain anything to me. Besides…

Mark fell silent.

true, they had a one-night stand in the past but now they were nothing more

further. She got into her car, fastened her seatbelt, and accelerated

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

Was Cecilia crying?

gazing at

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

His heart sank.

turned his head, instantly adopting an impassive expression when he faced

inquired, “Misunderstanding? She’s merely standing

had no intention of revealing

Cathy smiled subtly.

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

embarrassed and explained, “Miss

Mark, “Mr. Evans, what do we

back to the hotel first.

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

Mark stood in the parking lot, smoking

tears, he knew that her

Mark’s heart weighed heavy.

and give her a family, so she wouldn’t have to weep

he do

No, he couldn’t.

a cigarette delicately held

and demeanor were exceptional, attracting the gaze of

no hint that he

to the

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

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

“In fact, if you had

Mark hesitated briefly before replying, “I did see her. We had tea

Waylen smiled, “Tea for Cecilia? Not Slurpees? You two are so different. I still can’t fathom how you ended up

Waylen’s words disgusted Mark.

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

flipped through some

calmly sipping on his

remarked lightly, “There’s no need to 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,

Blind date…

glass

Waylen noticed and smiled.

forced

Alexis woke up. As she sat up,

Mark truly adored Alexis.

to her bedside, lifted Alexis into his arms, kissed her gently, and then retrieved a

specially purchased the talisman for

eye and noticed this

Alexis in his embrace, Mark asked Waylen in a hushed tone about Elvira’s upcoming court date.

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

He kissed Alexis lovingly.

Rena or Alexis suffer at the hands of that deranged

bid farewell to the hospital’s care.

Mark being on a business trip

along some delightful toys

cradled in Cecilia’s

couldn’t help but feel a

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

time together will surely bring

Mark to join

Mark was nobody’s fool.

had impregnated his beloved daughter. The

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