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.”

trying to

her fate and

they treated Edwin well and were compatible

led her to give up

emotions, Mark didn’t know who to

handing her his phone, his voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call your mother and tell her you

“I’m not

to you. If you don’t want to, I’ll call your mom myself. Cecilia, do you want

cheeks as she felt humiliated, but

had something to discuss with him regarding Edwin

for a while before

the phone to Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued between him and

voice, Mark assured, “I

he hung up and placed

against the back of the seat, murmuring, “Mark,

chuckled as he held the steering wheel.

always in the news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go. It’s hard for me not to

drove through the dark night with the woman he had once loved

moment, he wished time could freeze, allowing

half an hour, they arrived

Cecilia recognized the place.

violently, she desperately slapped at the window. “I won’t go there,

I refuse!”

was taking her back to that apartment. What were his intentions? What did

Cecilia couldn’t

reddened

her recent composure, she once again felt like the

despised herself

Mark stopped

the tears

man, he wouldn’t overlook the fact that she still harbored feelings for him. Otherwise, she

soothe a child. “I won’t do anything. I just want to talk to you about something. Cecilia, don’t

eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable

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

elegant display, Mark alighted gracefully from the car, taking the

opened the car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia

neck was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a

abundance of patience,

last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle

in the shadow of a sycamore tree. Early autumn had stripped the leaves away,

a gentle click, Mark shut

her wrist, pulling her into his

was too potent, or it was the nostalgic

of

of her head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness, even stifling her breath with

go of

implored, her desperate struggle proving

the smell of tobacco permeated her

enveloped her

of his masculinity would cling to her skin for a considerable

passionate kiss endured,

his

his fine and handsome countenance received a resounding slap, the sound resonating

was suave by

with women often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act

Except for Cecilia.

her gaze, her eyes reddened. “Who gave you

I am to you? Are we here because you want to continue our

lip,

had

“I apologize.

her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved

a single moment had he

of what he should do. He

olive branch, he asked her, “Go upstairs. There are some documents

After all, they shared a child, and she feared his

time, they

unchanged, the opulent furnishings well-maintained, as though time had scarcely touched the

fruits, all of which happened to

the fruit flesh was

shut the door, he followed her gaze and gently said, “This is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even after all

tightened, a

hand, reminding herself not to be swayed by his gentle

gift

the most guarded souls with a

deeply, she pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a

longer resided

she stated, “I believe you want to talk about Edwin. Say what you need to, and then you can drop me home. I am different from you, Mr. Evans. lam currently involved

irritation. “Do you care for him so much? Are you determined to marry

She remained silent.

dimmed slightly. He proceeded to the sofa and took a seat, gesturing for her to do the same. “Sit down and

papers before her. As

Cecilia did not decline.

no reason to

least, that was

the man she wanted, she should

up with Waylen, the value

Mark had

aptitude as a top student in business school, the intricacies

Mark noticed that she looked better than before; her

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