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

was simply accepting her fate and making the best of

someone else if they treated Edwin

led her to

emotions,

with a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call your mother and tell her you won’t be going home for the time

not

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

Cecilia’s cheeks as she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly

she couldn’t lie, so she explained that she had something to discuss with

silent for a while before instructing, “Put

the phone to Mark, unaware of the conversation

low voice, Mark assured, “I know. I won’t

he hung up

started moving, and Cecilia leaned against the back of the seat,

steering wheel. “Do you

charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go. It’s hard

silent as he drove through the dark night with the

wished time could freeze, allowing them to be

they arrived at a

Cecilia recognized the place.

violently, she desperately slapped at the window. “I

I refuse!”

her mind, and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that apartment. What were his intentions? What did he

Cecilia couldn’t accept any of

were reddened

tears, and despite her recent composure, she once again felt like the powerless

herself

stopped the

seeing the tears

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

to comfort her like one would soothe a child. “I won’t do 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

eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and

and unsure of her emotions, she felt completely lost

alighted gracefully

the car door, his eyes locking

neck was taut, revealing

an abundance of patience, Mark

passage of time seemed to stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and advanced ahead, disregarding

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

Mark shut the car

out and captured her wrist, pulling her into his embrace before she

was too potent, or it

of

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

Let go of

implored, her desperate struggle proving futile as

of tobacco permeated

scent enveloped

that the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her skin for a considerable

kiss endured, seemingly

released his grip

a surprising turn, his fine and handsome countenance received a resounding slap, the

suave

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

Except for Cecilia.

the slap, she averted her gaze, her eyes

am to you? Are

lip, a hint of

strength had

as he murmured, “I apologize.

was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence;

a single moment had he

what he should do. He acknowledged that the recent kiss had crossed

her, “Go upstairs. There are

a moment, Cecilia reluctantly agreed. After all, they shared a

they entered the

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

platter of fruits, all of which

of the fruit flesh was

is what I asked

a hint

reminding herself not to

a gift for

to ensnare even the most guarded souls

she pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps

naivety no longer resided

you want to talk about Edwin. Say what you need to, and then you can drop me home. I am different from

you care for him so much? Are you determined to marry no ‘one but

She remained silent.

He proceeded to the sofa and took a seat, gesturing

stack of papers before her. As she flipped through the pages, she realized

Cecilia did not decline.

child and she saw no reason to reject his offer to

least, that

man she wanted, she

broke up with Waylen, the value of

had complicated

as a top student in business school, the intricacies of the documents left her feeling

she looked better than

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