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

was simply accepting her fate and making the best

they treated Edwin

led her

heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know

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

not going out

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

down Cecilia’s cheeks as she felt humiliated, but she

had something to discuss

remained silent for a while before

the phone to Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued between him and

“I know.

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

car started moving, and Cecilia leaned against the back of the

steering wheel.

your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention

dark night with

freeze,

hour, they

Cecilia recognized the place.

desperately slapped at the window. “I won’t go there,

I refuse!”

mind, and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to

Cecilia couldn’t accept any of

palms were reddened from

and despite her recent composure, she once

herself for

Mark stopped

to face her and seeing the tears

she still harbored feelings for him. Otherwise, she

to talk to you about something. Cecilia, don’t we

words flowed with a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable

she felt completely lost in the face of

an elegant display, Mark alighted gracefully

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

slender neck was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a

an abundance of patience,

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

dim street lamp, her graceful silhouette concealed itself in the shadow of a sycamore tree. Early

click, Mark shut the car door behind

captured her wrist, pulling her into

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

customary sense of restraint

head, not

Let go of

proving futile as his hold remained

of tobacco permeated her

scent enveloped her

lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her skin for

passionate kiss endured,

released his grip

fine and handsome countenance received

suave

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

Except for Cecilia.

her eyes reddened.

I am to you? Are

grazed his lip, a hint

strength had

as he murmured, “I apologize. I

since he had been with her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved her

single moment had he

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

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

shared a child, and she

due time, they entered the

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

of fruits, all of which happened to

succulence of the fruit flesh

gently said, “This is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even after all these years,

tightened, a hint of sweetness

herself not to be swayed

had a gift for captivating

to ensnare even the most guarded

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

no longer resided

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

“Do 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 the pages, she realized they were

Cecilia did not decline.

no reason to reject

least, that

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

instance, when Rena broke up with Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote her grew exponentially.

had

student in business school, the intricacies of the documents left

countenance, Mark noticed that she looked better than before; her face no longer as

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