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 to

was simply accepting her fate and making the

marry someone else if they treated Edwin well and were compatible in

led her to give up and embrace her

with heartache and conflicting emotions,

his voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call your mother and tell her you won’t be going home for the time

not going out with

If you don’t

cheeks as she felt humiliated,

couldn’t lie, so she explained that she had something to discuss with him regarding Edwin and might

other end, Juliette remained silent for a while

the phone to Mark, unaware of the

“I know. I

up and placed the phone

Cecilia leaned against the back of the seat, murmuring, “Mark, aren’t

held the steering wheel. “Do you know my

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

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

wished time could freeze, allowing them to be

hour, they arrived at a quiet

Cecilia recognized the place.

the

I refuse!”

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

helpless, Cecilia couldn’t accept any

reddened from

her recent composure, she once again felt like the powerless

herself for

stopped

seeing the tears in

that she still harbored feelings for him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have reacted

a child. “I won’t do anything. I just want to talk to you about

leaving Cecilia

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

Mark alighted gracefully from the car, taking

his eyes locking onto

was taut, revealing

of patience,

until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and advanced ahead, disregarding his

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

a gentle click, Mark shut the

her wrist, pulling her into his embrace before

the night was too potent, or it was the nostalgic familiarity that prompted him to

customary sense of restraint

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

go

desperate struggle proving

smell of tobacco permeated her

scent enveloped her

she knew that the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her skin

passionate kiss endured,

he released his grip

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

suave

often bending to accommodate

Except for Cecilia.

eyes reddened. “Who gave you the right to kiss

What do you think I am to you? Are we here because

tongue grazed his lip, a

had

eyes reflected depth as he murmured, “I apologize. I lost control for a

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

moment

what he should do. He acknowledged that

“Go upstairs. There are some documents

they shared a child, and she feared

they entered

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

fruits, all of which happened to be her

of the fruit flesh

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

tightened, a hint of

not to be swayed by his gentle

gift for captivating hearts

even the most guarded souls with a

been hurt so deeply, she pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate

naivety no longer

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, and it would

smirked with irritation. “Do you care for him so much? Are you determined

She remained silent.

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

a stack of papers before her. As she flipped through the

Cecilia did not decline.

shared child and she saw no reason to reject his offer to financially

least, that

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

Waylen, the value of the checks he

had

student in business school, the intricacies of the documents

she looked better than before; her face no

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