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.”

realized she wasn’t trying to piss him

accepting her fate and making the best

if they treated Edwin well and were

her to give up

with heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t

a long time before handing 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 for the

froze. “I’m not going

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

Cecilia’s cheeks as she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly called

had something to discuss with him regarding Edwin

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

of the

low voice, Mark assured, “I know. I

few more words, he hung up and placed the

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

he held the steering wheel. “Do you

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

through the dark night with the woman

freeze, allowing them to

hour, they arrived at a

Cecilia recognized the place.

at the window. “I won’t go there,

I refuse!”

her mind, and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that apartment. What were his intentions? What did he expect from

Cecilia couldn’t accept

palms were reddened from her futile

filled with tears, and despite her recent composure, she once again felt like

herself

Mark stopped

and seeing the tears

she still

I just want to talk to you about something. Cecilia, don’t we still have trust in each

leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable

completely lost

display, Mark alighted gracefully from

car door, his eyes locking

was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a striking

an abundance of

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

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

shut the

her wrist, pulling

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

customary sense of restraint abandoned

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

Let go

desperate struggle proving

of tobacco permeated her

scent enveloped her

only she knew that the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling

kiss endured,

he released his grip on

turn, his fine and handsome countenance received a

was suave

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

Except for Cecilia.

eyes reddened. “Who gave you the right to kiss

do you think I am to you? Are

grazed his lip, a hint of pain

strength had surprised

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

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

single moment

Mark was aware of what he should do. He

“Go upstairs. There are some documents that require

they shared a child, and she feared

time, they

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

a platter of fruits, all of which happened

succulence of the fruit flesh

“This is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even

a hint of

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

gift

the most guarded souls with

might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a

naivety no longer resided within

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,

you care for him so much? Are you

She remained silent.

seat, gesturing for her to do the

but obliged, facing a stack of papers before her. As she flipped through the pages, she realized they were related

Cecilia did not decline.

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

that

a woman couldn’t have the man she wanted, she should at least secure

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

Mark had

Cecilia’s aptitude as a top student in business school, the

she looked better than before; her face no longer

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