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

was simply accepting her fate and making the

willing to marry someone else if they treated Edwin

caused her had led her to give

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

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

not going

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

as she felt

phone, she couldn’t lie, so she explained that she had something to discuss with him regarding Edwin and might

the other end, Juliette remained silent for a

Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued

assured, “I know. I won’t cross any

more words, he hung up and

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

the steering wheel. “Do you know my

always in the news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go. It’s hard for me

with the woman he

he wished time could freeze, allowing them to

they arrived

Cecilia recognized the place.

at the window.

I refuse!”

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

helpless, Cecilia couldn’t

palms were reddened from

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

despised herself

stopped

her and seeing the tears

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

“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 trust

a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable to refute

of her emotions, she felt completely lost in the

elegant display, Mark alighted gracefully from the car, taking the

eyes

revealing faint blue veins, a

an abundance of patience,

last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and advanced

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

gentle click, Mark shut the car

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

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

customary sense of restraint

head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness, even stifling her breath with the intensity

go

desperate struggle proving futile as his hold remained

of

scent enveloped her

his masculinity would cling to her skin for a considerable duration

passionate kiss endured,

released his

received

suave

that he possessed a volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act spoiled in his

Except for Cecilia.

her eyes reddened. “Who gave

I am to you? Are we here because you want

his lip, a hint

strength had

as he murmured, “I apologize. I

no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate encounters

a single moment

aware of what he should do. He acknowledged

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

due time, they entered the

the opulent furnishings well-maintained, as though time had scarcely touched

fruits, all of which happened to

the fruit

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

throat tightened, a hint

hand, reminding herself not to be swayed by

had a gift for captivating

the power to ensnare even the most guarded

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

longer resided within

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

care for him so much? Are you determined

She remained silent.

to the sofa and took a seat, gesturing for her to do

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

Cecilia did not decline.

all, Edwin was their shared child and she saw no reason

least, that

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

value of

Mark had complicated

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

she looked better than

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