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 to

fate and making the best of

else if they treated Edwin well and were compatible in every

her had led her to give

conflicting emotions,

his voice returning to calm with a trace of

froze. “I’m not going out

softened as he explained, “I need to talk to you. If you don’t

as she felt

that she had something to discuss with him regarding Edwin and

for a while before instructing, “Put

handed the phone to Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued between him

“I know. I won’t cross

a few more words, he hung up and placed the phone in the storage

the back of the seat,

he held the steering wheel. “Do

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

with the woman he had once loved deeply seated

time could freeze, allowing them to be

they arrived at

Cecilia recognized the place.

violently, she desperately slapped at the window. “I won’t

I refuse!”

he was taking

helpless, Cecilia couldn’t accept

palms were reddened

despite her recent composure, she once again felt like the powerless girl who couldn’t resist his

herself for

stopped

to face her and seeing the tears in

overlook the fact that she still

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

smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable to

of her emotions, she felt completely lost in

alighted gracefully from the car, taking

car door, his eyes locking

was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a striking

an abundance of

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

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

gentle click, Mark shut the

out and captured her wrist, pulling

or it was the nostalgic familiarity that

of restraint abandoned

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

go of

implored, her desperate struggle proving futile as his

smell of tobacco permeated her

enveloped her

only she knew that the lingering aroma of his

kiss endured, seemingly

released his

and handsome countenance received a resounding slap, the sound resonating through the night

suave

possessed a volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate

Except for Cecilia.

gaze, her eyes reddened. “Who gave you the right to kiss

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

tongue grazed his lip, a hint

strength had

eyes reflected depth as he murmured, “I apologize.

He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate encounters of the past years remained vivid in

a single moment

he should do. He acknowledged that

he asked her, “Go upstairs. There are some

for a moment, Cecilia reluctantly agreed. After all, they shared a child, and she feared his influence might grant him

due time, they entered

as though time had

table even a platter of fruits,

succulence of the fruit flesh was

gaze and gently said, “This is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even after all these years, he still

a hint of sweetness

pinched her hand, reminding herself not to be

had a gift for captivating

to ensnare even the most

she not been hurt so deeply, she pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with him

no longer resided within

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

with irritation. “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 and

her. As she flipped through the pages, she realized they

Cecilia did not decline.

no reason to reject his offer

that

couldn’t have the man

broke up with Waylen, the value of the

Mark had complicated

Cecilia’s aptitude as a top student in business school, the intricacies of the documents

noticed that she looked better than before; her face

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