A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1681-1690

Mark headed down to prepare the dinner.

Cecilia quickly tidied the room and then delved into reading the script.

This particular drama, suggested by Rena for its match to Cecilia’s act, cast her as a sophisticated lady, a role Cecilia was eager to embody.

Cecilia found the role appealing. The script held her in its enchanting grip.

When Mark ascended the stairs to invite her for dinner, she glanced up and experienced a twinge in her neck.

Mark grabbed the script and flipped through a few pages. He couldn’t contain his laughter.

Cecilia felt a touch of frustration due to embarrassment. The script seemed somewhat childish, but as a newcomer, she couldn’t jump into a serious drama at once.

She reached for the script, inadvertently brushing against him. But by accident, she bumped into him.

Their bodies tumbled onto the couch, entwining as they overlapped, creating a romantic scene.

Despite their many intimate encounters, the unexpected excitement still left them breathless, especially Mark, who cherished holding Cecilia close.

Cecilia felt a bit uncomfortable and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Stand up from me.”

Mark chose not to rise but instead cradled her close, planting a soft kiss on her lips.

“Are you still upset with me?”

Her nod was unguarded and sincere. Edwin got this very expression from her.

Mark felt a surge of warmth, a blend of desire and affection.

His cheek pressed against hers, their warm skin melding together. He whispered gently, “Can I offer myself as amends to you? Is that acceptable? Don’t be upset. You’re such a lovely girl. Frowning might cause wrinkles.”

Cecilia found herself pinned beneath him. She was unable to move away.

Her eyes, rimmed with red, conveyed frustration.

“If not for Waylen, I would never have returned to your side.”

Waylen had once advised her, “You won’t know if the path ahead is right or wrong until you reach its end. If the path ahead seems rough, turn back. I’ll always be here waiting for you.”

Cecilia cherished the assurance of having a family that supported her unconditionally.

She gave Mark an angry thump.

It could be seen as an outlet, providing some little relief in their relationship.

Mark responded with another kiss, tenderly tracing the contours of her grown figure.

They had to have dinner, so Mark refrained from being overly hasty.

The days that followed were filled with tranquility.

The influence of the Evans and Fowler families was far-reaching and formidable.

Waylen stood as the top lawyer in law and politics, effortlessly prevailing in any legal battle.

The case proceeded without a hitch.

After the initial trial, the court ruled in favor of granting custody of Laura to Paul’s parents.

Paul’s parents’ joy was uncontainable.

They travel north with Laura, arriving in Duefron to express their gratitude to Mark.

They decided not to give Mark advance notice of their visit. Upon reaching Mark’s villa gate, they informed the doorman that they had come to see Mark.

Meanwhile, Mark was engaged with Edwin.

A servant approached Mark with a look of ambivalence, reporting, “Mr. Evans, you have visitors at the gate. Additionally, they were accompanied by an adorable young girl.”

Mark guessed the identity of the guests, and he found himself in a difficult situation.

His gaze shifted to Cecilia.

Cecilia’s eyes were a bit teary, but she remained composed.

“They have arrived. Go ahead and greet them.”

Mark’s hand rested on her shoulder, offering a comforting caress.

Cecilia, preferring to avoid the visitors, went upstairs.

Mark watched her depart before instructing the servant, “Please, let them in.”

Edwin raised his head proudly and inquired innocently, “Is that Laura?”

Mark was taken aback.

At that moment, Paul’s parents arrived, Laura in tow, bearing an array of unique goods from Czanch. Among these, Paul’s mother had selected some items specifically for children.

Paul’s mother gazed at Edwin with warmth in her eyes.

“You must be Edwin, right? Peter mentioned how adorable you are.”

Edwin’s innocence was unmistakable.

Yet, out of the younger generation, Edwin was known for being the most mischievous one as he grew up.

The compliment to Edwin lifted Mark’s spirits.

While Mark was fond of Laura, he refrained from embracing her, considering Cecilia’s feelings.

Laura appeared somewhat let down.

stepped forward and embraced Laura, saying,

even

when no one was around them, Edwin

returned to the living room, she eagerly wanted

things they wanted to

considering letting Laura live in Duefron with Mark by

denied the idea immediately. She glanced at Edwin and

without even getting

off, out of

caught sight of Edwin, who tended to blush easily,

felt a

Cecilia, knowing that she might have some complaints regarding Laura’s

On the second floor.

against the French window, silently savoring the

Mark murmured, “Are

her gaze

lines appeared gentle, and the soft lighting featured her smooth

softness, Mark reached out to

way here. Why didn’t you invite them to stay

graced

leaving. This isn’t her usual

Cecilia raised an eyebrow.

he had spoken too

a low voice, he inquired, “Are

resolved now. Paul’s parents will look after Laura from now on. There’s nothing to fret

gave a nod. But she

time, could read

hadn’t spoken this freely

two buttons of

and asked, “Should I

Cecilia seemed hesitant.

“Edwin is still downstairs.”

risen to secure the door. Returning to her, he lifted her in his

a soft murmur, “Edwin is busy with his book. I believe it would be beneficial for him to spend

a strong desire

her head slightly and offered a

they lived under the same roof, they hadn’t been

found himself unable

of the moment, he lowered the curtain,

had a

struggled to restrain his desires, fearing that he might inadvertently cause her discomfort

moment kept

servant had to come and call them for

from inside, and since the door remained closed, the servant took the hint and headed downstairs to attend to

was enveloped in

nestled in Mark’s

shifted, Mark’s fingers grazed

tinged Cecilia’s

pulled the blanket over herself

once

ointment on

in and planted a kiss

but he restrained himself and whispered, “Have

she responded by kicking

himself. Clutching his wrinkled shirt, he suggested, “If you’re feeling

stairs and fetched some food for her

he attended

and she was now multitasking, reading the script while

her, took a bite, and asked, “So, you’re

even lift

for something to

and remarked, “It’s nice to have something to occupy your

met his gaze

all, the things within the entertainment industry were

lack of concern caught her

Mark grinned.

be drawn into two main aspects. One involves money,

something for money. She was born into a wealthy family, after

believed if she desired pleasure during their intimacy, he could fulfill her needs in that regard. There was no need for her to seek others. This gave Mark peace

is consistently quite possessive. Whenever Rena exchanged a few words with someone else, he got jealous, especially when she was

Mark’s expression deepened.

the same from

years ago, Mark used

and Cecilia were the perfect match for each other, so he was generous and didn’t fret as much

reverted

a strong

expressed, “I’ll stand by

warmed at his

can be costly. However, I don’t think it would be a big deal to

a smile. She still harbored jealousy over the events from years past.

regarding Laura had ultimately

At

quite anxious regarding Rena’s

rarely ventured outside unless necessary, and when she did, she was flanked by four

strong, and together, they

Mark hold the

replied with a

“It’s set in May. Mark

response came with a cheerful

northwest meant he often

Cecilia didn’t complain.

out that with his connections, securing a more relaxed job would be a piece of

idea. To him, it smacked of

him to indulge in their intimate moments until midnight

pondered what to say next

hesitation, Rena queried, “Is

a low tone, “Rena, I somehow feel the things between me and Mark have changed. I’m sure

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