A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1891-1900

Hesitant, Peter trailed off, embarrassment coloring his pause.

Mark unwrapped a candy, his smile cryptic.

Then, Peter shifted topics.

“There’s a dinner party tonight, Edwin’s with you. Planning on canceling?”

Mark considered it.

However, upon reviewing the document, he inquired, “Wasn’t this an investment-related dinner? Summon Maria.”

Peter stepped out to fetch one of Mark’s secretaries, Maria Manson.

Shortly, Maria appeared, a smile playing on her lips.

“Mr. Evans, tonight’s host is Mr. Simon Lewis, a big name in the showbiz. He’s anxious about funding for his project. He’s even managed to invite the play’s leading lady-stunning and from Duefron’s elite. She rarely makes such appearances.”

Mark’s curiosity piqued.

Upon inquiry, Maria confirmed, “The actress is Cecilia Fowler.”

Peter’s gaze met Mark’s.

Dispassionate, Mark instructed, “Inform Simon I’ll be punctual.”

Maria nodded and exited.

Peter’s smile was sly.

“Perfect. The dinner has multiple investors.

You could play Cecilia’s guardian angel.”

Mark’s attention was anchored to the document.

After a pause, he murmured, “In Duefron, she’s untouchable.”

Mark’s intent was singular: to see Cecilia, even just from afar.

Come afternoon, his tasks completed, Mark collected Edwin.

To make up for his absence for the night, he suggested dinner out.

Children typically favored fast-food like fried chicken, a preference Mark was willing to indulge.

Yet, Edwin declined the fried chicken.

Grasping Mark’s hand, his brow furrowed, Edwin declared, “I want rice.”

Mark was baffled by the child’s preference for such simplicity.

Patting Edwin’s head tenderly, he proposed, “I can watch you eat the fried chicken.”

“But I want the rice,” Edwin clarified, blushing.

Mark smiled, acquiescing to the child’s peculiar request.

“Alright, let’s find you a restaurant.”

He drove Edwin to a well-regarded establishment, bustling with patrons.

Edwin relished the meal.

As Mark mentioned he’d drop Edwin off before attending an evening event, the boy’s demeanor shifted, his focus now solely on his plate.

Mark found Edwin’s temperament reminiscent of Rena’s.

He cajoled softly, “Your mother will be at the event, too. Don’t you want us to meet?”

Edwin did, undoubtedly.

But restrained, he sidestepped.

“I have a heap of homework tonight.

I can’t accompany you. You might as well just go to the event.”

Mark’s smile returned.

Post-dinner, they drove back to the villa where Zoey anticipated Edwin’s arrival.

As Mark made to leave, Zoey approached him, her words firm.

“No alcohol for you. Keep an eye on Cecilia; ensure she’s treated right.”

Mark offered a reassuring smile.

“No need to worry, Mom.”

Zoey hesitated, her initial words dying on her lips, and instead, she exhaled a sigh.

“I’ve prepared your favorite snack. Some wontons with coriander.”

A moment of surprise flickered across Mark’s face.

Finally, he responded softly, “I’ll bring her back.”

He slid into his vehicle, the robust SUV offering an expansive view of the crimson horizon.

A craving for a cigarette tugged at him.

Yet, he refrained.

His health necessitated abstention from all harsh substances, tobacco and alcohol included. While such restrictions could render life lackluster for some, he found solace in Cecilia and their two beautiful children…

A gentle warmth touched Mark’s features.

Upon his arrival at the club, the evening vibrancy was palpable.

Peter awaited him at the entrance.

As the vehicle halted, Peter leaned in, his voice a whisper.

“Cecilia’s here. She’s unaware you’re coming.”

A smile tugged at Mark’s lips.

Together, they ventured into the private dining area, already occupied by a dozen individuals.

Except for the film crew, there were five investors.

Upon entry, Mark’s presence caught the attention of an acquaintance who initiated light conversation. It was Mark’s voice that caused Cecilia to divert her attention from her phone, her gaze Lifting.

It was him.

been informed of

attention

stirred ample talk, but current company seemed largely

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a fancy to Cecilia,

Mr. Evans might not stand

his ease in such

direct response, he

my prospects, I’d relish an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this

Cecilia became available as the person stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people squeezing into ten seats, the proximity

Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though

his slender, pale fingers,

handsome features complemented his

no one would dare challenge him

room buzzed with

a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall

Her eyes lifted.

tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler

prospect of a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

and he used to be such a big help to her career… If her accepting the wine could secure the investment,

eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose,

a poised

I trust you’ll honor

to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers,

It was Mark.

collective gasp

to casually touch a lady, and

Nothing happened next. There was no slap,

silent, intense

once that this was no

locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed

he asserted, “I’ll

motioned to take the glass,

health, she knew

gulped down the

a rosy hue post-drink, rendering

initial instigator, found

with the Fowler patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant,

anxiety surged, mot over potential profit loss, but the realization that he’d crossed Mark, a man renowned for his

advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time. Aim for the

his wits,

relief, though cold sweat

Roger in conversation, he

apparent usurpation irked

consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts

towards Mark, aware of the history he shared with

but he soon

decent quality,

a bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark

though hesitant,

made a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and instead closed the car door behind

Mark’s gaze rested on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and

blend of

Mark

her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her

Thomas, was she nursing

but he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of this solitary

a spell of indecision, Mark steered

in her current state would only distress Edwin and earn

face, he murmured, “We’re

the black SUV pulled up

the halt, her eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar

we?” she

noise punctuated

do the same for her, his voice a soft murmur, “It’s the place

approached, its high

eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined,

don’t I recall the place we once lived?”

closeness, Mark was enveloped by

her natural fragrance mingled with

within

moment, Mark really wanted to hug

was able to restrain

it,” he whispered in

apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly believed that she would never forget

ahead, as

a smile broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as

point of remembering any of it?” she

and this time, her voice

but feel saddened whenever he saw that pitiful look on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and

“No! I won’t go!

want

of chilly

closer, his face almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you

strong kick, he shut the car door and headed towards the

she

a

smell wafted up her nose. They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just

before her

times where she felt completely wasted, but there were

common denominator between those two states was the great

could she dare to bury her face in

roll down

Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed like

more than enough to make

apartment, he took out the key

didn’t live here

bedroom and gently lay her on

was soft, her

the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her

and her breathing

adorable with the

held her for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After

he gently

eyes and was greeted by the sight of this large

his face was

second, their lips were locked

by the suddenness

even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above

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