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

was simply accepting her fate and making the

they

had led her to give up and embrace

emotions, Mark didn’t know

voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call

not

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

as she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly called

she had something to

a while before instructing,

phone to Mark, unaware of the

assured, “I know. I won’t cross any

he hung up and placed the

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

he held the steering wheel.

“You’re always in the news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go. It’s

he drove through the dark night with

he wished time could freeze, allowing

an hour, they arrived at

Cecilia recognized the place.

at the window.

I refuse!”

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

Cecilia couldn’t

reddened from

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

despised herself for

Mark stopped the

face her and seeing the tears in her eyes, his heart

that she still harbored feelings for him. Otherwise,

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

eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and

felt completely lost in the face of

alighted gracefully

he skillfully opened the car door, his eyes locking onto

neck was taut, revealing faint blue veins,

an abundance of

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

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

click, Mark shut the car

captured her wrist, pulling her into his embrace before she

the allure of the night was too potent, or it was the

of restraint abandoned

of her head, not heeding

Let go of

struggle proving

smell of tobacco permeated her

scent enveloped her

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

kiss endured,

released his

and handsome countenance received a resounding

suave

was no secret that he possessed a volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate him. None dared

Except for Cecilia.

her eyes reddened.

do you think I am to you? Are we here because

grazed his lip,

strength had

“I apologize. I

her, and he was no saint. He knew his body

a single moment

should do. He acknowledged that the recent kiss

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

all, they shared a child, and she feared

time, they entered

as though time had scarcely

of fruits, all of which happened to be

succulence of the

he followed her gaze and gently said, “This is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even after all these years,

tightened, a hint

herself not to be swayed

had a gift

the power to ensnare even the

under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with him in this

longer

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

so much? Are you determined to marry no ‘one but

She remained silent.

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

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

Cecilia did not decline.

Edwin was their shared child and she saw no reason to reject his offer to financially support

least, that was

man she wanted, she should at least secure his financial

Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote her

Mark had

as a top student in business school, the intricacies of the documents

she looked better

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