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

her fate

was willing to marry someone else if they treated Edwin well and

her had led her to give up and embrace her

with heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know

before handing her his phone, his voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call your mother and tell her

not

explained, “I need to talk to you. If you don’t want to, I’ll call your

down Cecilia’s cheeks as she felt

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

end, Juliette remained silent for a while before instructing, “Put

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

low voice, Mark assured, “I know.

he hung up and placed the phone in

and Cecilia leaned against the back

steering wheel. “Do

With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever

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

moment, he wished time could freeze, allowing them

an hour, they arrived

Cecilia recognized the place.

she desperately slapped at the

I refuse!”

she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that apartment. What were his intentions?

Cecilia couldn’t accept

were reddened

recent composure, she once

despised herself

stopped

face her and seeing the tears

she still harbored feelings for him.

like one would soothe a child. “I won’t do anything. I just want to talk to you about something. Cecilia, don’t we still have trust in each

flowed with a smooth eloquence, leaving

emotions, she felt completely lost in

gracefully from the

around, he skillfully opened the car door, his eyes locking onto

taut, revealing

abundance of

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

in the shadow of a sycamore tree. Early autumn had

Mark shut

her wrist, pulling her into his

or it was the nostalgic familiarity that prompted him to recall

customary sense of restraint

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

Let go

desperate struggle proving futile as

of tobacco permeated

scent enveloped her

knew that the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her skin for a

passionate kiss endured,

released his

a surprising turn, his fine and handsome countenance received

was suave by

often bending to accommodate

Except for Cecilia.

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

to you? Are we here because you want to

lip, a hint

had surprised

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

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

a single moment had he

do. He acknowledged that the recent

“Go upstairs. There

shared a child, and

due time, they entered

well-maintained, as though

fruits,

succulence of the fruit flesh

said, “This is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even after

tightened, a

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

had a gift for captivating

the power to ensnare even the most guarded souls with

not been hurt so deeply, she pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with him in this opulent apartment

no longer

to, and then you can drop me home. I am different from you, Mr. Evans. lam currently involved with someone else, and it

so much? Are you determined to marry

She remained silent.

took a seat, gesturing for her to do the same. “Sit

pursed her lips but obliged, facing a stack of papers before her. As she flipped through the pages,

Cecilia did not decline.

saw no reason to reject

least, that was

couldn’t have the man she wanted, she should at least secure his financial

broke up with Waylen, the value of the

Mark had

in business school, the intricacies of the documents left

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

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