A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 841-850

The driver asked softly, “Mr. Evans, where are we headed to?”

He did not answer immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes, appreciating the moment of silence.

His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of those major projects and a certain person.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, “Go back to the hotel.”

After the meeting the next day, he should go back to Czanch. After all, he was really busy.

He took over the task a few years ago.

Despite his successful public life, he struggled with personal matters.

He couldn’t even publicly show his love to the woman he loved. And he had to hide his real self and could only find solace in that secret apartment with her.

Two years ago, he broke up with someone he deeply cared for, and the pain still lingered.

He had always been abstinent, but he smoked two packs of cigarettes at that night. ©

He tried to stop himself from going to see her.

If he didn’t see her, he wouldn’t lose his mind and wouldn’t become a love-sick fool. It had been so long since they broke up and he thought he had moved on, but… He hadn’t.

Even now, he couldn’t help but eventually drive alone to see Cecilia.

However, when he found her, she wasn’t alone.

She was with a young gentleman, looking seemingly content with their companionship.

She had dinner with that man and they went to the cinema.

The man didn’t send her home until nine o’clock in the evening.

At the gate of the Fowlers’ villa, Mark’s car was parked not far away. Watching them from a distance, Mark felt a pang of jealousy.

He wished he could be younger, free of obligations, and able to confront the man openly.

But now, he could only watch from the shadows, feeling a mix of emotions.

Cecilia got out of the car and watched the man leave.

The man her mother’s friend Dora Carter introduced to her this time was actually very nice.

And Cecilia was willing to get along with him… She went to dinner with him, went to the movies with him and she felt OK.

Maybe they could get married after some time together.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart ached as she felt torn between her past and the possibility of a future with someone else.

Then, she heard Mark calling her name, “Cecilia.”

Startled, she took a step back, unsure of how to respond, but also guarded.

Mark raised his chin slightly, pointing to his car.

“Get in, and let’s talk.”

Cecilia hesitated, torn between her emotions and her apprehension, not sure if she was ready to confront the past that Mark represented.

She took two steps toward the imposing gate, her intention to ask the guard for assistance thwarted as Mark swiftly grasped her arm and half-forcibly pulled her into the waiting car.

The door closed with a resounding thud, and Mark glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his voice tinged with surprise.

“A blind date?”

Cecilia didn’t attempt to deny it. “Yes, he’s a nice person. He’s met Edwin and accepts him.”

Mark swallowed nervously.

The prospect of someone else becoming Edwin’s father seemed like a cruel joke, but now it was a very real possibility right now.

The woman he once loved so deeply would soon share her life with another man.

And their son, the one he cherished above all else, might call another man dad.

In an attempt to steady his emotions, Mark lit a cigarette.

The smoke curled around his handsome features, accentuating his allure.

He was undeniably good-looking, even with the cigarette in hand.

There had been countless moments when he passionately embraced her, their bodies entwined in the throes of desire. Then he would lean back against the headboard, smoking while grappling with mixed feelings and guilt.

After all, she was 16 years younger than him, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty for taking her.

Once, she leaned over and took a drag from his cigarette, and he trembled and almost dropped the cigarette.

In his new-found excitement, he had sought solace in their physical connection, feeling like nothing more than an instinct-driven animal.

As the car interior filled with smoke, Cecilia couldn’t help but cough weakly and pleaded,

“Let me get out of the car.”

Mark obliged and snuffed out the cigarette, his eyes conveying a profound gaze as he asked the question he had long yearned to voice, “What about you? Do you like him?”

Cecilia’s eyes welled up with tears, and she replied in a subdued tone, “Kind of.”

she wasn’t trying to

her fate and

they treated Edwin well and were

her to give up and

with heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know

handing her his phone, his voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call your mother and tell her you won’t be

“I’m not going out with

he explained, “I need to talk to you. If you don’t want to, I’ll call your

she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly called

she had something to discuss with

the other end, Juliette remained silent for a while before instructing,

the phone to Mark, unaware of

low voice, Mark assured, “I know.

words, he hung up and placed the phone in the

and Cecilia leaned against the back of the seat, murmuring,

the steering wheel. “Do

debonair charm, you’re

silent as he drove through the dark night with the

freeze, allowing them to be together

hour, they arrived at a quiet

Cecilia recognized the place.

at the window. “I won’t go

I refuse!”

past intimacy flooded her mind, and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that

Cecilia couldn’t

reddened from her

she once again felt like the

despised herself for

Mark stopped

her and seeing the tears in her eyes,

a mature and astute man, he wouldn’t overlook the fact that she still harbored feelings for him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have

anything. I just want to talk to you about something. Cecilia, don’t we still have trust in each other? If you can’t trust me, at least trust your mother. She

flowed with a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia

and unsure of her emotions, she felt completely lost in the face

an elegant display, Mark alighted gracefully from

the car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia in the obscurity of

was taut, revealing faint blue veins,

an abundance of

to stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and advanced ahead,

her graceful silhouette concealed itself in the shadow of a sycamore tree.

gentle click, Mark shut the car

captured her wrist, pulling her into his embrace before she could

night was too potent, or it was the nostalgic familiarity that prompted him to recall

sense of restraint

his grip at the back of her head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness, even stifling her breath with the intensity of his

Let go

desperate struggle proving futile

of

scent enveloped her

his masculinity would cling to her skin for a

kiss endured,

his grip on

handsome countenance received a resounding slap, the

suave

often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act spoiled in his presence, let alone raise a

Except for Cecilia.

gaze, her eyes reddened. “Who gave you the

I am to you? Are we here because you want

tongue grazed his lip, a

strength had

he murmured, “I

since he had been with her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate encounters of the

a single moment

was aware of what he should do. He acknowledged

“Go upstairs. There are some documents that

for a moment, Cecilia reluctantly agreed. After all, they shared a child, and she feared

time, they entered

furnishings well-maintained, as though time

fruits, all

the

is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even after all these years, he

tightened, a

hand, reminding herself not to be

had a gift for captivating hearts

held the power to ensnare even the most guarded

she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter

naivety no longer resided

and then you can drop me home. I am

smirked with irritation. “Do you care for him so much?

She remained silent.

eyes dimmed slightly. He proceeded to the sofa and took a seat, gesturing

lips but obliged, facing a stack of papers before her. As she flipped

Cecilia did not decline.

their shared child and she saw no reason to reject his offer to financially

that

a woman couldn’t have the man she wanted,

when Rena broke up with Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote her

had complicated

business school, the intricacies of

she looked better than before; her face no longer as

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