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

simply accepting her fate and

marry someone else if they

her had led her to give

emotions,

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

“I’m not going

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

cheeks as she felt humiliated, but

lie, so she explained that she had something to discuss with

remained silent for a while before instructing, “Put

handed the phone to Mark, unaware of the conversation that

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

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

Cecilia leaned against the back of

the steering wheel.

With your debonair charm, you’re

the dark night with the woman

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

they

Cecilia recognized the place.

desperately slapped at the window.

I refuse!”

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

helpless, Cecilia couldn’t accept any of

palms were reddened from

despite her recent composure, she once again felt like the powerless girl who

herself

Mark stopped the

the tears in her eyes,

overlook the fact that she still harbored feelings for

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,

with a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and

felt completely lost in the face

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

door, his eyes locking

revealing faint blue veins,

of patience, Mark

to stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and advanced ahead, disregarding his

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

click, Mark shut the car door

and captured her wrist, pulling her

the night was too potent, or it was the nostalgic

sense of restraint

his grip at the back of her head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness, even stifling her breath with the

Let go of

proving futile as his

the smell of tobacco permeated

scent enveloped her

that the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her

kiss endured, seemingly

released his

and handsome countenance received a resounding slap, the sound resonating

was suave by

women often bending to accommodate him. None dared

Except for Cecilia.

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

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

tongue grazed his lip, a hint

had

reflected depth as he murmured, “I apologize. I lost control for a

been a while since he had been with her, and he was no saint. He knew

a single moment had he

was aware of what he should do. He acknowledged that the recent kiss

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

shared a child, and she feared his

they entered the

as though time

the table even a platter of fruits,

the fruit flesh

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

throat tightened, a hint of sweetness

hand, reminding herself not to be swayed by his

gift for

to ensnare even the most guarded souls with a

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

no longer

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

so much? Are you

She remained silent.

a seat, gesturing for her

before her. As

Cecilia did not decline.

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

that

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

when Rena broke up with Waylen, the value of the checks

had complicated

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

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

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