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.”

wasn’t trying

simply accepting her fate and making the best of

to marry someone else if they treated Edwin well and were

led her to give up and

and conflicting emotions, Mark

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

not going

to talk to you. If you don’t

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

had

remained silent for a while before instructing, “Put Mark on

phone to Mark, unaware of

“I

he hung up and placed

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

he held the steering wheel.

sarcastically, “You’re always in the news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you

as he drove through the dark night with

time could freeze, allowing

they

Cecilia recognized the place.

slapped at the window. “I

I refuse!”

fathom why he was taking her back to that apartment. What were his intentions? What did he expect

helpless, Cecilia couldn’t accept any

were reddened from her

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

despised herself for

Mark stopped

and seeing the tears in her eyes,

astute man, he wouldn’t overlook the fact that she still

want to talk to you about something. Cecilia, don’t

leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable

unsure of her emotions, she felt completely

an elegant display, Mark alighted gracefully

eyes locking onto Cecilia

slender neck was taut, revealing faint

abundance of patience, Mark

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

dim street lamp, her graceful silhouette concealed itself in the shadow of a sycamore tree. Early autumn had stripped the leaves away, creating an

click, Mark shut the

captured her wrist, pulling her into his embrace before

potent, or it was the nostalgic familiarity that prompted him

customary sense of restraint abandoned

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

Let go

proving futile as his hold remained

of tobacco

enveloped

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

kiss endured,

released his grip on

fine and handsome countenance received a resounding slap, the

was suave by

it was no secret that he possessed a volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act spoiled in his

Except for Cecilia.

her eyes reddened.

think I am to you? Are we here because

his lip, a hint

had surprised

murmured, “I apologize. I lost

he was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate encounters of the

moment

aware of what he should do. He acknowledged that the recent kiss

her, “Go upstairs. There are some

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

time, they entered

furnishings well-maintained, as though time had scarcely touched

the table even a platter of fruits, all of which happened to be her

of the

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

tightened, a hint of

not to be swayed by his gentle

gift

ensnare even the most

she not been hurt so deeply, she pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again,

naivety no 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.

you care for him so

She remained silent.

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

a stack of papers before her. As she flipped through the pages, she realized they were related to

Cecilia did not decline.

no reason to reject his offer

that

if a woman couldn’t have the man she wanted, she should at least secure his

broke up with Waylen, the value

Mark had

in business school, the intricacies of the documents left

countenance, Mark noticed that she looked better than before; her face no

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