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

accepting her fate and

to marry someone else if they

pain he caused her had led her to

emotions, Mark didn’t know who

to calm with a trace of imperceptible

not going out

you. If you don’t want to, I’ll call your

cheeks as she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly

explained that she had

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

to Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued between

voice, Mark assured, “I know. I won’t cross

a few more words, he hung up and

Cecilia leaned against the back

steering wheel. “Do

With your debonair charm, you’re the center

drove through the dark night with the woman he had once loved deeply seated

he wished time could freeze, allowing them to be together

hour, they arrived at a quiet

Cecilia recognized the place.

slapped at the

I refuse!”

of their past intimacy flooded her mind, and she couldn’t fathom why he was

couldn’t accept any of

palms were reddened from her futile

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

despised herself

stopped the

to face her and seeing the tears in

the fact that she still harbored

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

eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and

felt completely lost in the face

an elegant display, Mark alighted gracefully

skillfully opened the car door, his eyes locking

was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a striking

abundance of patience,

of time seemed to stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia

her graceful silhouette concealed itself in the shadow of a sycamore tree. Early autumn had stripped the

Mark shut the car door

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

was too potent, or it was the

customary sense of

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

go of

struggle proving futile as his hold

of

scent enveloped her

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

passionate kiss endured,

released his grip

received a resounding slap, the sound resonating through the

was suave by

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

Except for Cecilia.

the slap, she averted her gaze, her eyes reddened. “Who gave you the right

Are we here because you want to

his lip, a

strength had surprised

depth as he murmured, “I apologize. I lost

been a while since he had been with her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate encounters of the past years remained vivid in his

single moment had he

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

branch, he asked her, “Go upstairs. There are some

reluctantly agreed. After all, they shared a child, and she

time, they

appeared unchanged, the opulent furnishings well-maintained, as though

the table even a platter of fruits, all of

the fruit flesh

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

a hint of

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

a gift for captivating hearts

ensnare even the most guarded

been hurt so deeply, she pondered whether she might have fallen under his

naivety no longer resided within

me home. I

smirked with irritation. “Do you care for him so much?

She remained silent.

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

of papers before her. As

Cecilia did not decline.

and she saw no reason

least, that

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

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

had complicated

aptitude as a top student in business school, the intricacies

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

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