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.”

trying

was simply accepting her fate and making the best

else if they treated Edwin well and were compatible

her had led her to give up and embrace

with heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know who

her his phone, his voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness.

“I’m not going out with

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

cheeks as she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly called her

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

other end, Juliette remained silent for a

the phone to Mark, unaware of the

Mark assured, “I

words, he hung up and placed

started moving, and Cecilia leaned against the back of

chuckled as he held the steering wheel. “Do you know

your debonair charm, you’re the

with the woman

freeze,

they arrived

Cecilia recognized the place.

the window. “I won’t go there,

I refuse!”

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

couldn’t accept any

palms were reddened from

filled with tears, and despite her recent composure, she

despised herself for

stopped the

her and seeing the tears in her

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

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

a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable

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

gracefully

skillfully opened the car door, his eyes

was taut, revealing faint blue

abundance of patience,

of time seemed to stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and

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

click, Mark shut the car

wrist, pulling her into

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

of restraint

hers, his grip at the back of her head, not heeding any

Let go of

desperate struggle proving futile as his hold

smell of tobacco permeated

scent enveloped

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

passionate kiss

released his grip on

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

was suave by

accommodate him. None

Except for Cecilia.

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

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

grazed his lip, a hint of pain

had

“I apologize. I lost control for a

was no saint. He knew

a single moment had

what he should do. He acknowledged that the recent

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

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

they entered the

opulent furnishings well-maintained, as

the table even a platter of fruits, all of which

of the fruit

is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even after all these years,

throat tightened, a hint

herself not to be swayed by his gentle demeanor

had a gift

ensnare even the most guarded souls with

she pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again,

no longer

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 disrespectful to him if

irritation. “Do you care for him so much? Are you determined

She remained silent.

a seat, gesturing for her to do the

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

Cecilia did not decline.

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

that

the man she wanted, she should at

Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote her grew

had

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

her countenance, Mark noticed that she looked better than

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