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

was simply accepting her fate and making the

someone else if they

caused her had led her to give

with heartache and conflicting emotions,

a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call your mother and tell her you won’t be going home for the time

not

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

cheeks as she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly called her

couldn’t lie, so she explained that she had something to discuss

other end, Juliette remained silent for a

the phone to Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued

Mark assured, “I know. I won’t cross

hung up and placed

car started moving, and Cecilia leaned against the back of the seat,

as he held the steering wheel. “Do you know

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

drove through the dark night with the

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

half an hour, they arrived at a

Cecilia recognized the place.

the window. “I

I refuse!”

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

helpless, Cecilia couldn’t accept

reddened from her

she once again felt like the powerless girl

herself

stopped the

the tears in her eyes, his heart

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

won’t do anything. I just want to

a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia

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

Mark alighted gracefully from

car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia

was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a striking

an abundance of patience,

endlessly until, at last, Cecilia

silhouette concealed itself in the shadow of a sycamore tree. Early autumn had stripped the leaves away, creating an

gentle click, Mark shut

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

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

customary sense of

his lips against hers, his grip at the back of her head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness, even stifling her

Let go

implored, her desperate struggle proving futile as his

smell of tobacco

scent enveloped

knew that the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her

passionate kiss

he released his grip on

received a resounding slap, the sound resonating through the

suave by

often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act spoiled in his presence, let alone raise a

Except for Cecilia.

her eyes reddened.

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

lip, a hint

had surprised

“I apologize. I

with her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate

moment

should do. He acknowledged that the recent

upstairs. There

After all, they shared a child, and she feared his

time, they

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

fruits, all of which happened to be her

succulence of the fruit flesh

he followed her gaze and gently said, “This is what I

throat tightened, a hint of

tightly pinched her hand, reminding herself not to be

gift for

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

have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with

longer resided

need to, and then you can drop me home. I am different from you, Mr.

him so much? Are you determined to marry no

She remained silent.

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

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

Cecilia did not decline.

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

that

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

Waylen, the value of the checks

Mark had complicated

aptitude as a top student in business school, the intricacies of the

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

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