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 piss

her fate and making

marry someone else if they treated Edwin well and

caused her had led her to give up

and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know who to

his voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call your mother and tell her

“I’m not going out with

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

streamed down Cecilia’s cheeks as she felt

that she had something

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

handed the phone to Mark, unaware of the conversation that

a low voice, Mark assured, “I know. I won’t cross any

words, he hung up and

against the back of the seat, murmuring, “Mark, aren’t

as he held the steering wheel. “Do you know

Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the

through the dark night with the woman he had

could freeze, allowing them

they arrived

Cecilia recognized the place.

the

I refuse!”

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

helpless, Cecilia couldn’t accept any of

palms were reddened from her

with tears, and despite her recent composure, she once again felt like

herself for

stopped the

to face her and seeing the tears in her eyes,

the fact that she still

just want to talk to you

eloquence, leaving

unsure of her emotions, she felt completely lost

elegant display, Mark alighted gracefully from the car, taking

his eyes locking onto

revealing faint blue veins, a

an abundance of patience, Mark stood

endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the

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

shut the

her wrist, pulling her into his embrace

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

of restraint

at the back of her head, not heeding

go of

implored, her desperate struggle proving futile as

of tobacco permeated

scent enveloped

appeared well-groomed but only she knew that the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her skin for a considerable duration after

kiss endured, seemingly

he released his grip

countenance received a resounding slap,

was suave by

with women often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act

Except for Cecilia.

slap, she averted her gaze, her eyes reddened. “Who gave

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

grazed his lip, a hint

had

he murmured, “I apologize. I lost control

been with her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate encounters of the past years

moment had

he should do. He acknowledged that the recent kiss

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

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

they

as though time had scarcely

platter of fruits, all of which happened

succulence of the fruit flesh

followed her gaze and gently said, “This is what I asked Peter to prepare.

throat tightened, a hint

her hand, reminding herself not to be swayed

had a gift for captivating

the power to ensnare even the most guarded souls with a

whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with him in this opulent apartment

no longer resided within

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 I continued any entanglement with

“Do you care for him so much? Are you determined to

She remained silent.

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

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

Cecilia did not decline.

no reason to

least, that was Rena’s

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

Waylen, the value of

had

a top student in business school, the intricacies of

noticed that she looked better than before;

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