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

simply accepting her fate and making the best of

someone else if they treated

her had led her to give up

and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know who to

returning to calm with a trace of

“I’m not

voice softened as he explained, “I need to talk to you. If you don’t want to,

she felt humiliated,

so she explained that she had something to discuss with

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

unaware of the conversation that ensued between him and

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

he hung up and placed the phone

car started moving, and Cecilia leaned against the back of the seat, murmuring, “Mark, aren’t

steering wheel. “Do you know

always in the news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go. It’s hard for me

dark night with the woman he had once loved deeply

moment, he wished time could freeze, allowing them to be together

an hour, they arrived at a quiet

Cecilia recognized the place.

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

I refuse!”

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

couldn’t accept

reddened from her

she once again felt like the

herself for

stopped

to face her and seeing the tears in her

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

like one would soothe a child. “I won’t do anything. I just want to

words flowed with a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and

emotions, she felt completely lost in the face of his

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

car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia in the obscurity of the

was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a

of patience, Mark stood

until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and

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

click, Mark shut the car door

out and captured her wrist, pulling her into his embrace

the night was too potent, or it was the

sense of restraint abandoned

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

go of

implored, her desperate struggle proving futile

the smell of tobacco permeated

scent enveloped

appeared well-groomed but only she knew that the lingering aroma of his

passionate kiss

released his grip on

and handsome countenance received a resounding slap, the sound resonating through the

was suave by

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

Except for Cecilia.

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

to you? Are we here

tongue grazed his lip, a hint

strength had

as he murmured, “I apologize.

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

moment had he

do. He acknowledged that the

her, “Go upstairs. There are some documents that

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

time, they entered the

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

fruits, all of which

succulence of the

the door, he followed her gaze and gently said, “This is what I asked Peter to

throat tightened, a hint

herself not to be swayed

a gift

ensnare even the most guarded

fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with him

naivety no longer resided

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

“Do you care for him so

She remained silent.

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

pursed her lips but obliged, facing a stack of papers before her. As she flipped through the pages, she

Cecilia did not decline.

no reason to

that

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

Rena broke up with Waylen, the value of

Mark had

top student in business school, the intricacies of the documents

looked better than

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