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.”

she wasn’t trying to piss

her fate and making the best

if they treated Edwin well

had led her to give up and

and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know who to

voice returning to calm with a trace

“I’m not

as he explained, “I need to talk to you. If you don’t want to, I’ll call your mom

she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly called her

had something to discuss with him regarding Edwin and might

for a while before instructing, “Put Mark

of

a low voice, Mark assured, “I know.

he hung up

back of the seat, murmuring, “Mark,

as he held the steering wheel. “Do you know

retorted sarcastically, “You’re always in the news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center of

through the dark night with the woman he had once

moment, he wished time could freeze, allowing them to be together

they arrived at a quiet

Cecilia recognized the place.

slapped at the window. “I won’t go there,

I refuse!”

couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to

couldn’t accept

were reddened

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

herself for

stopped the

her and seeing the tears

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

out to caress her face, trying to comfort her like one would soothe a child. “I won’t do anything. I just want to talk

flowed with a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable to

completely lost in the

alighted gracefully

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

revealing faint blue veins, a

abundance of patience, Mark stood

time seemed to stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and advanced ahead, disregarding

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

gentle click, Mark shut the car door behind

and captured her wrist, pulling

was too potent, or it was

sense of restraint abandoned

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

Let go

implored, her desperate struggle proving futile as

smell of tobacco permeated her

enveloped

but only she knew that the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling

passionate kiss endured, seemingly

he released his

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

was suave

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

Except for Cecilia.

the slap, she averted her gaze, her eyes

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

lip, a

strength had surprised

murmured, “I apologize.

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

moment had he

aware of what he should do. He acknowledged that the recent kiss

an olive branch, he asked her, “Go upstairs.

they shared a child, and

they

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

fruits, all of which happened to be

the fruit flesh was

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

tightened, a hint of sweetness

pinched her hand, reminding herself not to be swayed

a gift for

the power to ensnare even the most guarded souls with a mere few

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

no longer resided

she stated, “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 involved with someone else, and it would be

with irritation. “Do you care for him so

She remained silent.

eyes dimmed slightly. He proceeded to the sofa and took a seat, gesturing for her to

a stack of papers before her. As she flipped

Cecilia did not decline.

child and she saw no reason to reject his offer to financially support their

that was Rena’s

reasoned that if a woman couldn’t have the man she

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

had

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

looked better than before;

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