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

was simply accepting her fate

if they treated Edwin well and were compatible in

led her

emotions, Mark didn’t know who to

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

froze. “I’m not going out with

to talk to you. If you don’t want to, I’ll call your

felt humiliated, but

she explained that she had something to discuss with him regarding Edwin and might return home

the other end, Juliette remained silent for a

handed the phone to Mark, unaware of the

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

words, he hung up and placed the

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

as he held the steering wheel.

With your debonair charm, you’re the center

as he drove through the dark night with

he wished time could freeze, allowing them

half 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!”

her mind, and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that apartment. What were his intentions? What did he expect from

Cecilia couldn’t accept

were reddened from

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

herself

stopped

her and seeing the tears in her

fact that she still harbored feelings for him.

like one would soothe a child. “I won’t do anything. I just want to talk to you about something. Cecilia, don’t we still have trust in each other? If you can’t trust me,

smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia

completely lost in the face of

gracefully from the car,

his eyes locking onto Cecilia in

revealing faint blue veins, a

abundance of patience,

endlessly until, at last, Cecilia

the shadow of a sycamore tree. Early autumn had stripped the leaves away,

a gentle click, Mark shut the car door behind

captured her wrist, pulling her into his embrace before she

allure of the night was too potent, or it was the nostalgic familiarity that prompted

sense of restraint abandoned

pressed his lips against hers, his grip at the back of her head, not heeding any

go

proving futile as his

smell of

scent enveloped

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

kiss endured, seemingly

he released his

fine and handsome countenance received a resounding

suave

no secret that he possessed a volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate him. None dared to

Except for Cecilia.

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

What do you think I am to you? Are we

grazed his lip, a

had surprised

he murmured, “I

since he had been 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

a single moment had

of what he should do. He acknowledged that

upstairs. There are some documents that require your

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

due time, they entered the

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

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

succulence of the fruit flesh was

I asked Peter to prepare. Even after all these years,

a

tightly pinched her hand, reminding herself not to be swayed by his gentle demeanor any

gift

held the power to ensnare even the

fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a

no longer resided within

“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. lam currently

“Do you care for him so much?

She remained silent.

slightly. He proceeded to the sofa and took a seat,

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

Cecilia did not decline.

no reason to reject

least, that

a woman couldn’t have the man she wanted, she should at

instance, when Rena broke up with Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote

had

student in business school, the intricacies of the documents left her feeling

her countenance, Mark noticed that she looked better than before; her

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