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

was simply accepting her fate and making the best of

else if they treated Edwin well and were

her to give up

and conflicting emotions, Mark

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

“I’m not going out with

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

cheeks as she felt humiliated, but she

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

silent for a while before instructing, “Put Mark on the

Mark, unaware of the

voice, Mark assured, “I know.

words, he hung up and placed

Cecilia leaned against the back of

steering wheel. “Do

Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re

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

wished time could freeze, allowing them to be

they arrived at a

Cecilia recognized the place.

slapped at the window. “I won’t

I refuse!”

her mind, and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that apartment. What were

couldn’t

palms were reddened from her futile

she once

herself

stopped the

and seeing the tears

that she still harbored

to caress her face, trying to comfort her 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, at least trust

words flowed with a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia

unsure of her emotions, she felt completely lost

elegant display, Mark alighted gracefully from the car, taking

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

neck was taut, revealing faint blue

abundance of patience, Mark

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

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

Mark shut

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

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

customary sense of restraint

of her head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness,

go

implored, her desperate struggle proving futile as his hold remained

smell of tobacco

scent enveloped her

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

kiss endured,

his grip on

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

was suave

no secret that he possessed a volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate

Except for Cecilia.

her eyes

do you think I am to you? Are we here because you want to continue

tongue grazed his lip, a hint of pain

had surprised

“I apologize. I lost control for a

since he had been with her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved

moment

he should do. He

branch, he asked her, “Go upstairs. There are some documents that require your

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

time, they entered

furnishings well-maintained, as though time had scarcely touched

of fruits,

the fruit flesh was

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

a hint of sweetness

hand, reminding herself not to be swayed by

gift for captivating

the most guarded souls with a

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

no longer resided

can drop me home. I am different from you, Mr. Evans. lam currently

irritation. “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 the same. “Sit down and

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

Cecilia did not decline.

and she saw no reason

that

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

Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote

had

school,

she looked better than before; her face no longer as

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