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

her fate

to marry someone else if they treated Edwin

her to

and conflicting emotions,

returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness.

not

don’t want to, I’ll call your mom

as she felt humiliated, but

so she explained that she had something to discuss with him

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

of the

a low voice, Mark assured, “I know. I

he hung up and placed the phone

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

he held the steering wheel. “Do

charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go. It’s hard for me

as he drove through the dark night with the

moment, he wished time could freeze, allowing them

half an hour, they arrived

Cecilia recognized the place.

at the window.

I refuse!”

their past intimacy flooded her mind, and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that

couldn’t accept any

were reddened from her

eyes were filled with tears, and despite her recent composure, she once again felt

herself

stopped the

face her and seeing the

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

reached 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 to you about something. Cecilia, don’t we still have trust in each other? If you can’t trust me, at least

flowed with a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable

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

Mark alighted gracefully from the

door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia in the obscurity of

neck was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a

an abundance of patience,

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

the shadow of

gentle click, Mark shut the car door

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

or it was the nostalgic familiarity that prompted him to recall past

customary sense of restraint

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

go of

proving

the smell of tobacco

enveloped

but only she knew that the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her skin for a considerable

passionate kiss

his grip

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

suave

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

Except for Cecilia.

she averted her gaze, her eyes reddened. “Who

am to you? Are we here because

his lip,

strength had surprised

he murmured, “I apologize. I

a while 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

moment had

should do.

branch, he asked her, “Go upstairs. There are

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

time, they entered the

opulent furnishings well-maintained, as though time

a platter of fruits, all of which happened to

of the fruit flesh was

I asked Peter to prepare. Even after all

throat tightened, a hint of

herself not to be swayed by his gentle demeanor any

had a gift

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

deeply, she pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with

no longer resided

can drop me home. I am different from you, Mr. Evans. lam currently involved with someone else, and it would be disrespectful to him if I continued any

“Do you care for him so much? Are you

She remained silent.

and took a seat, gesturing for her to do the same. “Sit down

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

Cecilia did not decline.

no reason to reject his offer

least, that was

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

up with Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote her grew

had complicated

business school,

noticed that she looked better than before; her face no longer

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