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 him

simply accepting her fate and making

they treated Edwin

her had led her to give up and embrace

with heartache and conflicting emotions,

his phone, his voice returning to calm with a

not going out with

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

she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly

so she explained that she had

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

of the conversation that

a low voice, Mark assured, “I

up and placed

and Cecilia leaned against the back of the seat, murmuring, “Mark, aren’t you

the steering wheel.

With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go. It’s hard

with the

wished time could freeze, allowing them to be together

they arrived at a quiet

Cecilia recognized the place.

desperately slapped at the window. “I

I refuse!”

couldn’t fathom why he was taking

couldn’t accept

reddened from her futile

filled with tears, and despite her recent composure, she once again felt like the powerless girl who

herself for

Mark stopped

seeing the tears in her eyes, his

man, he wouldn’t overlook the fact that she still harbored

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

flowed with a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable to refute

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

Mark alighted gracefully from the

skillfully opened the car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia in

slender neck was taut, revealing faint blue

an abundance of patience, Mark

last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and advanced ahead, disregarding his

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

shut

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

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

customary sense of

head, not

Let go

implored, her desperate struggle proving futile as his hold remained

smell of tobacco permeated

scent enveloped

the lingering aroma of his masculinity

passionate kiss

his grip

and handsome countenance received a resounding

was suave by

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

Except for Cecilia.

her gaze, her eyes reddened. “Who gave you

Are we

his lip, a

had surprised

he murmured, “I apologize.

a while since he had been with her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the

moment had

what he should do. He acknowledged

“Go upstairs.

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

due time, they

well-maintained, as

of fruits, all of which happened

succulence of the fruit flesh

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

a hint

not to be swayed by his gentle

gift for captivating hearts

held the power to ensnare even the most guarded souls

so deeply, she pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a

no longer resided

a composed manner, she stated, “I believe you want to talk about Edwin. Say what you need to, and then you can drop me home. I am different from you, Mr. Evans. lam

“Do you care for him so much? Are you determined to marry no ‘one but

She remained silent.

seat, gesturing for her

As she flipped

Cecilia did not decline.

their shared child and she saw no reason to

least, that

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

when Rena broke up with Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote her

Mark had

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

looked better than before; her face no longer

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