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

fate and

if they treated Edwin well and were compatible

had led her to give up

emotions, Mark didn’t know who

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

not going

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

as she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly

she had something to discuss with him regarding Edwin

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

phone to Mark, unaware of

a low voice, Mark assured, “I know.

few more words, he hung up and placed

against the back of the seat,

as he held the steering wheel.

Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go. It’s hard for me not to

remained silent as he drove through the dark night with the woman he

wished time could freeze, allowing them to be

hour, they arrived at a quiet

Cecilia recognized the place.

slapped at the

I refuse!”

was taking her back to that apartment. What were

helpless, Cecilia couldn’t accept any

reddened from

composure, she once again felt like the powerless

herself

stopped

face her and seeing the tears in her eyes,

fact that she still harbored feelings for him. Otherwise,

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

flowed with a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia

felt completely lost in

alighted gracefully from the car, taking

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

neck was taut, revealing faint

abundance of patience,

until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the

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

click, Mark shut

he reached out and captured her wrist, pulling her into his embrace before she

it

of restraint abandoned

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

go of

proving futile as his hold remained

of tobacco permeated her

enveloped

his

kiss

released his grip

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

suave by

secret that he possessed a volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act spoiled in his presence, let

Except for Cecilia.

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

am to you? Are we here

tongue grazed his lip, a hint of

had

as he murmured, “I apologize. I lost control

He knew his body craved her presence; the

a single moment had he

aware of what he should do. He acknowledged

upstairs. There are some documents

After all, they shared a

they entered

opulent furnishings well-maintained, as though time had

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

the

he followed her gaze and gently said, “This is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even

a hint of sweetness

not to be swayed by

a gift for captivating

even the most

under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in

naivety no longer

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

so

She remained silent.

proceeded to the sofa and took a seat, gesturing

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

Cecilia did not decline.

Edwin was their shared child and she saw no reason to reject

that

a woman couldn’t have the man she

broke up with Waylen, the value of the

had complicated

a top student in business school, the intricacies of the documents

looked better than

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