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.

hadn’t been informed of

Mark mingled, his attention discreetly remained on

ample talk, but current company seemed

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a fancy to Cecilia,

Mr. Evans might not stand

was low, his ease in such scenarios

a direct response, he addressed someone

relish an opportunity to discuss the script with

Mark took the opportunity to sit

was pressed against Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed

in the evening’s mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps as

complemented his

no one would dare challenge him or pressure him into

room buzzed with

the focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of

Her eyes lifted.

wealthy

daughter entertaining the

have declined without hesitation, but Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help to her career… If

eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose,

a

I trust

slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled

aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and not

was no slap, no rebuke

a silent, intense exchange held between

grasped at once that this

with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed

asserted, “I’ll drink it for

take the glass,

she knew he couldn’t afford

gulped down

rosy hue post-drink, rendering

initial instigator, found his

also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about

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

Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time. Aim

his wits,

exhaled in relief, though cold sweat drenched his

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly

apparent usurpation

silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of

assistant’s glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history

sought to dissuade her, but he

of decent quality, wouldn’t induce

the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured

though

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

him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was

was a blend of sophistication

Mark felt

he surmised her emotional turmoil was

severed ties with Thomas, was she nursing a

recognizing their current reality as a divorced

Mark steered towards the house on Gamous

villa in her current state

face, he

elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at

the halt, her eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar

are we?” she

noise punctuated

for her, his

its high beams

her eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing

the place we once lived?” she

Mark was enveloped by her

a unique blend of her natural fragrance

dormant desire within Mark quietly

Mark really wanted

was able to restrain

about it,” he

memories. He truly believed that she

put down her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking

which quickly disappeared

any of it?”

said it again, and this time,

on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At this point, she wasn’t completely inebriated

“No! I won’t go!

want to

of chilly

hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you

strong kick, he shut the car door

left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she

made its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded her

this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still

flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes

but there were also times she

denominator between those two states was the

she had alcohol in her system could she

began to roll

shoulder

more than enough to

at their apartment, he took

Although Mark didn’t live here anymore, he still had

bedroom and gently

bed was soft, her

to leave yet. He bent over the bed

and her

something adorable with the way her chest rose

hadn’t held her for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After all, he

he gently called

and was greeted by the sight of this large man whose eyes were burning

look on his face

lips were locked in a gentle

shocked by

was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of his body pressed

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