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.”

she wasn’t trying to

her fate and making the best

to marry someone else if they treated Edwin

her to give up and

with heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark

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

froze. “I’m not going out

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

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

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

other end, Juliette remained silent for a while before

handed the phone to Mark, unaware of

assured, “I know. I

he hung up

started moving, and Cecilia leaned against the back of the

he held the steering

news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever

drove through the dark night with the woman

he wished time could freeze,

an hour, they

Cecilia recognized the place.

at the window.

I refuse!”

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 any

were reddened from her

despite her recent composure, she once again

despised herself

stopped

and seeing the tears in her eyes,

overlook the fact that she still harbored feelings for him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t

soothe a child. “I won’t do anything. I just want to talk to you about something. Cecilia, don’t we

eloquence, leaving

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

display, Mark alighted gracefully from the

his eyes locking onto Cecilia in

slender neck was taut, revealing faint blue

an abundance of patience, Mark

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

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 an air

click, Mark shut the car door behind

he reached out and captured her wrist, pulling

was too potent, or it was the nostalgic

of

pressed his lips against hers, his grip at the back of her head, not heeding any semblance

go

her desperate struggle proving futile as his

the smell of tobacco

enveloped

lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her skin

passionate kiss

his grip

countenance received a

was suave

women often bending to accommodate

Except for Cecilia.

eyes reddened. “Who gave you the right

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

tongue grazed his lip,

strength had surprised

depth as he murmured, “I

was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate encounters of

moment had

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

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

After all, they shared

due time, they entered the

as though

table even a platter of fruits, all of which happened to be

of the fruit flesh was

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

throat tightened, a hint

herself not to be swayed

had a gift for captivating

even the most guarded souls with a

not been hurt so deeply, she pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps

no longer

talk about Edwin. Say what you 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 to him if I

care for him so

She remained silent.

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

a stack of papers before her. As she flipped through the pages, she

Cecilia did not decline.

shared child and she saw no

that

woman couldn’t have the man

up with Waylen, the value of the

had complicated

business school, the intricacies of the documents

she looked better than before; her face no longer as

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