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.”

realized she wasn’t trying to piss

fate

willing to marry someone else if they treated Edwin well

led her to give up

with heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know

voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call your mother and tell her you won’t

froze. “I’m not

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

as she felt

lie, so she explained that she had something to discuss with him regarding

remained silent for a while before

Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued between

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

more words, he hung up and placed the phone in the

car started moving, and Cecilia leaned against the back of

chuckled as he held the steering wheel. “Do you

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

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

he wished time could freeze,

hour, they arrived at a

Cecilia recognized the place.

at the window.

I refuse!”

and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that

Cecilia couldn’t accept any of

reddened from her

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

herself for

Mark stopped the

the tears in her eyes, his

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

child. “I won’t do anything. I just want to talk to you about something. Cecilia, don’t we still have trust in each

smooth eloquence, leaving

she felt completely lost in the face of his persuasive

alighted gracefully from the

skillfully opened the car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia in the

was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a

an abundance of patience, Mark stood

last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and

in the shadow of a sycamore tree.

click, Mark shut

and captured her wrist, pulling her into his

it was the nostalgic familiarity that prompted him

customary sense of

head, not heeding any semblance of

go

implored, her desperate struggle proving

the smell of tobacco

scent enveloped

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

passionate kiss endured, seemingly

he released his grip on

handsome countenance received a resounding slap, the sound resonating through

was suave by

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

Except for Cecilia.

averted her gaze, her eyes reddened. “Who

to you? Are

lip, a hint

had

reflected depth as he murmured, “I

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

moment had he

what he should do.

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

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

they entered the

opulent furnishings well-maintained, as

fruits, all of which happened to

of the fruit flesh

gently said, “This is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even after all these years, he still remembers your culinary

a hint of

her hand, reminding herself not to be swayed by his gentle

gift for captivating

words held the power to ensnare even the most guarded souls with a mere

deeply, she pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with him in this opulent

longer

you can drop me home. I am different from you, Mr. Evans. lam currently involved with someone else, and

you care for him so much?

She remained silent.

a seat,

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

Cecilia did not decline.

was their shared child and she saw no reason to reject his offer

that was

have the man she wanted, she should at least secure his

Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote her

Mark had complicated

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

she looked better than before; her face no longer

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