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 piss

simply accepting her fate and

marry someone else if they

caused her had led her

conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know

a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call your mother and tell her you

froze. “I’m not going

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

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

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

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

unaware of the conversation that

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

few more words, he hung up and placed

the back of the seat, murmuring, “Mark, aren’t

steering wheel. “Do you know my

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

dark night with the

he wished time could freeze, allowing them to

hour, they arrived at

Cecilia recognized the place.

she desperately slapped at the window.

I refuse!”

fathom why he was taking her back to that apartment.

Cecilia couldn’t

palms were reddened from her

despite her recent composure, she once

despised herself

Mark stopped the

and seeing the tears in her eyes, his

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

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

flowed with a smooth eloquence, leaving

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

Mark alighted gracefully from the car, taking

car door, his eyes locking onto

taut, revealing faint

abundance of patience,

passage of time seemed to stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged

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

Mark shut the car door

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

it was the nostalgic familiarity

sense of restraint

lips against hers, 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 as his hold remained

of tobacco

enveloped her

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

passionate kiss endured,

he released his grip

received a resounding

was suave by

to accommodate him. None dared to act spoiled in his presence, let alone

Except for Cecilia.

her gaze, her eyes reddened. “Who gave you the right

Are we here

grazed his lip, a hint of pain

strength had surprised

depth as he murmured, “I apologize. I

saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate

a single moment

aware of what he should do. He acknowledged

upstairs. There are some documents that require

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

due time, they

as though time had scarcely

platter of fruits, all of which

the fruit flesh

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

tightened, a hint of sweetness

herself not to be swayed

had a gift for

held the power to ensnare even the most guarded

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

naivety no longer resided

to, and then you can drop me home. I am different from you, Mr. Evans. lam currently involved with someone else, and it would be disrespectful to him if I

for him so much? Are you determined

She remained silent.

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

before her. As she flipped through the

Cecilia did not decline.

child and she saw no reason to reject his offer

that was

couldn’t have the man she wanted, she should at least secure

up with Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote her grew

Mark had complicated

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

better than

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