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.

time, Edwin stepped forward and embraced Laura, saying, “My dad’s occupied now, so

was even more

parents thought the two kids got along, so they allowed them to play together. However, when no one

Laura returned to the living room, she eagerly

they wanted to discuss

Laura live in Duefron with Mark by

She glanced at Edwin

disappointment without even

his guests off, out

caught sight of Edwin, who tended to blush easily, engrossed in reading a fairy tale book while

a swell of

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

On the second floor.

French window, silently savoring the

her, Mark murmured,

her gaze toward

gentle, and the soft lighting

softness, Mark reached out to

here. Why didn’t you invite them to stay for dinner? Wouldn’t that be a

smile graced

usual self. She’s typically

Cecilia raised an eyebrow.

he had spoken too

inquired, “Are

after Laura from now on. There’s nothing to fret

gave a nod. But she

with Cecilia for some time, could read

spoken this freely

unfastened the top two buttons of

paused and asked, “Should

Cecilia seemed hesitant.

“Edwin is still downstairs.”

to her, he lifted her

touches and kisses were tender, his words a soft murmur, “Edwin is busy with his book. I believe it would be beneficial for him to

a strong

slightly and offered a

they lived under the same roof,

found himself

he lowered the

had a slender

restrain his desires, fearing that he

intimate moment kept on

come and call them

closed, the servant

was

nestled in Mark’s embrace,

shifted, Mark’s fingers grazed her lips, questioning, “Are

blush tinged

the blanket over herself and nodded with

on Edwin once more. His wound is

ointment on

and planted

round, but he restrained himself and whispered, “Have you

she responded

that point, Mark rose to dress himself. Clutching his wrinkled shirt, he suggested, “If

the stairs and fetched some food for her

attended

his return, Cecilia had already freshened up with a shower, and she was now multitasking, reading the script

sat beside her, took a bite, and asked, “So,

didn’t even lift

something

head and remarked, “It’s

Cecilia met his gaze and ventured, “Doesn’t

the things within the entertainment industry were

lack of concern caught her off

Mark grinned.

be drawn into two main aspects. One involves money, and the

no need to do something for money. She was born into a wealthy family,

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,

Mark’s expression deepened.

expect the same

many years ago, Mark used

he was confident that he and Cecilia were the perfect match for each other, so

reverted to

had a strong fondness

stand by your

heart warmed

a fresh look can be

smile. She still harbored jealousy over the events from years

Laura had

to join her for a shopping trip. At this point, Rena was nearing her seventh month of

felt quite anxious regarding Rena’s

when she did, she

was strong, and together, they browsed through baby clothes, enjoying each

you and Mark

with

in

came with a

meant he often traveled there for work. Even in Duefron,

Cecilia didn’t complain.

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

Mark dismissed the idea. To him,

led him to indulge in their intimate moments

say next

hesitation, Rena queried, “Is something troubling

garment in her hands, Cecilia confessed in a low tone, “Rena, I somehow feel the things between me and Mark have changed.

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