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

fate and making the best of

marry someone else if they treated Edwin well and

he caused her had led her to give up and embrace

with heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know who to

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

froze. “I’m not going out

talk to you. If you don’t want

Cecilia’s cheeks as she felt humiliated, but

so she explained that she had something to discuss with him

silent for a while before

of the

“I know. I

a few more words, he hung up and

against the back of the seat, murmuring,

steering wheel. “Do you

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

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

moment, he wished time could freeze, allowing them to be together once

half an hour, they arrived at a

Cecilia recognized the place.

the window. “I won’t go there,

I refuse!”

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

couldn’t accept

reddened

eyes were filled with tears, and despite her recent composure, she once

despised herself

stopped the

seeing the tears in her

and astute man, he wouldn’t overlook the fact that she still harbored feelings for him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have

her 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 other? If you can’t trust me, at least

a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable to

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

alighted gracefully from the car, taking

skillfully opened the car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia

slender neck was taut, revealing

abundance of patience,

until, at last, Cecilia emerged

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

shut the

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

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

of restraint

hers, his grip at the back of her head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness,

Let go

her desperate struggle proving futile as his hold

of

enveloped her

the lingering aroma of his masculinity would

kiss endured, seemingly

his grip

surprising turn, his fine and handsome countenance received a resounding

suave

volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate

Except for Cecilia.

gaze, her eyes reddened.

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

tongue grazed his lip,

had surprised

“I apologize. I lost

her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate

a single moment had he

of what he should do. He acknowledged that the recent kiss had

her, “Go upstairs. There are

agreed. After all, they shared a child, and she feared his

time, they

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

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

of the fruit flesh was

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

tightened, a hint of sweetness

hand, reminding herself not to be

a gift for captivating

the power to ensnare even the most

whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with

no longer resided

Edwin. Say what you need to, and then you can drop me home. I am different from you, Mr. Evans. lam

irritation. “Do you care for him so much?

She remained silent.

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

before her. As she flipped through the pages, she realized they were

Cecilia did not decline.

was their shared child and she saw no reason

least, that was Rena’s

a woman couldn’t have the man

broke up with Waylen, the value of the checks

Mark had

top student in business school, the intricacies of the

noticed that she looked better than before; her

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