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

accepting her fate and making the

marry someone else if they

led her to give up and embrace

and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know

her his phone, his voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call your mother and tell her you won’t be going home

“I’m not going out with

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

cheeks as she felt humiliated, but she

lie, so she explained that she had something to discuss with him regarding Edwin and might return home

silent for a while before instructing, “Put Mark on

to Mark, unaware of the conversation

assured, “I know. I won’t cross

few more words, he hung up

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

the steering wheel. “Do you

Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center

drove through the dark night with the woman he

wished time could freeze, allowing them to

an hour, they arrived at a quiet

Cecilia recognized the place.

at the window. “I won’t go

I refuse!”

was taking her back to that apartment. What were his intentions?

helpless, Cecilia couldn’t accept

were reddened

filled with tears, and despite her recent composure, she once again felt like the powerless girl who couldn’t resist

despised herself for

stopped the

seeing the tears in her eyes,

mature and astute man, he wouldn’t overlook the fact that she still harbored feelings

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

smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable to

unsure of her emotions, she felt completely lost in

an elegant display, Mark alighted gracefully from the car,

the car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia in the obscurity of

neck was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a

of patience, Mark stood

endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and advanced

lamp, her graceful silhouette concealed itself in the shadow of a

shut the car door behind

wrist, pulling her

night was too potent, or it was the nostalgic

of restraint

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

go of

her desperate struggle proving futile as his hold

smell of tobacco permeated her

scent enveloped

lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her

kiss endured,

he released his

surprising turn, his fine and handsome countenance received a resounding slap, the sound resonating through the night

was suave by

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

Except for Cecilia.

her eyes reddened. “Who gave you

you? Are we here because you want to continue our shameless

his lip, a

strength had surprised

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

He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate encounters of the past years remained vivid in

a single moment had

what he should do. He acknowledged that the

he asked her, “Go upstairs. There are

shared a child, and she feared

time, they

furnishings well-maintained, as though time

a platter of fruits, all of which happened to be

the fruit flesh

shut the door, he followed her gaze and gently said, “This is what I asked Peter to

a hint of

pinched her hand, reminding herself not to be swayed by his gentle demeanor any

had a gift

even the most guarded souls

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

naivety no longer resided

need 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

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

She remained silent.

slightly. He proceeded to the sofa and took a seat, gesturing for her to do the same. “Sit down

before her. As she flipped through the pages, she realized they

Cecilia did not decline.

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

least, that

if a woman couldn’t have the man she wanted,

Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote her

Mark had complicated

a top student in business school, the intricacies of the

Mark noticed that she looked better

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