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

his attention discreetly

past liaison had stirred ample talk, but current company seemed largely oblivious to

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting

Mr. Evans

low, his ease

he

an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this field intrigues me to make

to 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,

acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though

held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps as

features complemented his formidable

would dare challenge him or pressure

room buzzed

glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall

Her eyes lifted.

tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name,

prospect of a Fowler daughter

Cecilia would 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…

the expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia

offered a

I trust you’ll honor your

she prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped

It was Mark.

gasp

to casually touch a lady, and not just any, but a

next. There was no slap, no rebuke from

silent, intense exchange held between

grasped at once that this

locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed to

tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink

motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes

fragile health, she knew he

gulped down the

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even

initial instigator, found his

Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will fully

realization that he’d crossed

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

regaining his wits, hastily

exhaled in relief, though cold sweat drenched his

conversation, he effortlessly took

usurpation irked

consumed several more glasses

Mark, aware

to dissuade her, but he soon relented,

decent quality, wouldn’t induce

a bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As

assistant, though

but reconsidered,

black hair cascaded freely, and

a blend of

face, Mark felt its

her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her

Thomas, was she

steeled himself, recognizing their current reality

spell of indecision, Mark steered towards the house on Gamous

villa in her current state would

he

black SUV pulled up at

at the halt, her

we?”

noise punctuated the

across to do the same for her, his voice a soft murmur, “It’s the place we once called

approached, its

discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow

recall the place we

Mark was enveloped

a unique blend of her natural

desire within

moment, Mark really wanted to hug

was able to restrain

about it,”

most precious memories.

hand and gazed ahead,

her face, which quickly disappeared as

any of it?”

this

whenever he saw that pitiful look 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

“No! I won’t go!

want to

gust of chilly wind blew past

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

with a strong kick, he shut the

she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck

made its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded her

They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed

the memories flashed before her eyes,

wasted, but there

those two states was the great

her system could she dare to bury her

to roll

his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed

was more than enough to make

they arrived at their apartment, he took out

Although Mark didn’t live here anymore, he still had someone clean it once

carried Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her

bed was soft,

bent over the bed and gently brushed aside

and her breathing was

was something adorable with the way her chest rose

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

he gently called

sight of this large man whose

on his face was

second, their lips were locked in

by the suddenness

could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight

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