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.”

wasn’t trying to piss him

fate

else if they treated Edwin well and were compatible

her had led her to give up and embrace

and conflicting emotions,

long time before handing her his phone, his voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call your mother and

not going out with

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

cheeks as she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly

lie, so she explained that she had

silent for a while before instructing, “Put

Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued between him

low voice, Mark assured, “I know.

he hung up and

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

held the steering wheel. “Do you know

“You’re always in the news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the

with the woman he had

he wished time could freeze, allowing them to

they arrived

Cecilia recognized the place.

the window.

I refuse!”

why he was taking her back to that apartment.

Cecilia couldn’t

reddened

and despite her recent composure, she once again felt like

despised herself

stopped

and seeing the

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

her face, trying to comfort her like one would soothe a child. “I won’t do anything. I just want to talk

a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable to

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

gracefully

the car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia in the

slender neck was taut, revealing faint blue veins,

abundance of

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

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

Mark shut the car door behind

reached out and captured her wrist, pulling her into his

or it was the nostalgic familiarity that prompted him to recall

sense of

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

Let go

struggle proving futile as his hold remained

smell of tobacco permeated her

enveloped

knew that the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her skin for a considerable duration after

kiss

his grip

surprising turn, his fine and handsome countenance received a

suave

volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act spoiled in his presence, let alone raise a

Except for Cecilia.

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

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

grazed his lip,

had

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

with her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence;

a single moment

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

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

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

time, they

as though time had scarcely touched

a platter of fruits, all of which happened to

succulence of the fruit flesh was

what I asked Peter to prepare. Even after all these years, he still remembers

a hint of sweetness

to be swayed by his gentle

a gift for

held the power to ensnare even the most guarded

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

longer

“I believe you want to talk about Edwin. Say what you need to, and then you can drop me home. I am

you care for him so much? Are you determined to marry no

She remained silent.

He proceeded to the sofa and took a seat, gesturing for

facing a stack of papers before her. As she flipped through

Cecilia did not decline.

shared child and she saw no

that

if a woman couldn’t have the man she

with Waylen, the value

had

in business school, the intricacies of

better

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