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

fate and making the

else if they treated Edwin well and were compatible in every

caused her had led her to

emotions, Mark didn’t know

with a

“I’m not going out

If you don’t want

as she felt

explained that she had something to discuss with him regarding

the other end, Juliette remained silent for a while before instructing, “Put Mark on

Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued between him and

Mark assured, “I know. I won’t cross

he hung up and placed the phone in the

against the back

the steering wheel. “Do

debonair charm, you’re the

he drove through the dark night with the woman he had once loved deeply seated beside

this moment, he wished time could freeze,

they

Cecilia recognized the place.

slapped at the window. “I won’t

I refuse!”

memories of their past intimacy flooded her mind, and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that apartment.

couldn’t accept

palms were reddened from

despite her recent composure, she once again felt like the powerless girl who couldn’t resist his

herself

Mark stopped

to face her and seeing the tears in her eyes,

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

caress her face, trying to comfort her like one would soothe a child. “I won’t do anything. I just want to talk to you about

eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable to

completely lost in the

gracefully from

skillfully opened the car door, his eyes locking

taut, revealing faint blue veins,

of patience, Mark stood

last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and advanced ahead, disregarding

itself in the shadow of a sycamore tree. Early autumn had

a gentle click, Mark shut the

wrist, pulling

or it was the nostalgic familiarity that prompted

of

against hers, his grip at the back of her head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness, even stifling

Let go

implored, her desperate struggle proving futile

of tobacco permeated

scent enveloped her

aroma of his masculinity

kiss endured,

released his grip

handsome countenance received a

was suave by

he possessed a volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act

Except for Cecilia.

slap, she averted her gaze, her eyes reddened. “Who

to you? Are we here because you

tongue grazed his lip, a hint of pain

strength had

as he murmured, “I apologize. I lost control

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

moment had

Mark was aware of what he should do.

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

Cecilia reluctantly agreed. After all, they shared a child, and she feared his influence might grant him

time, they

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

of fruits, all of which happened to

the fruit

followed her gaze and gently said, “This is what I

throat tightened, a hint of

hand, reminding herself not to be swayed by

a gift

the most guarded

have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with him in this opulent apartment

no longer

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 with someone else,

care for him so much? Are you

She remained silent.

seat, gesturing for her to do the same. “Sit down

pursed her lips but obliged, facing a stack of papers before her. As she flipped through the pages, she realized they were related to

Cecilia did not decline.

she saw no reason to

that was Rena’s

reasoned that if a woman couldn’t have the man she wanted, she should at least

the value of the checks he wrote

had complicated

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

countenance, Mark noticed that she looked better than before;

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