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.
informed of Mark’s
attention discreetly
talk, but
Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.
was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting
ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a chance this
was low, his ease in
direct response, he addressed someone
of my prospects, I’d relish an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this field intrigues me to make some
person stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people squeezing
pressed against Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing of his internal
cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps as a social
handsome features complemented
him or pressure him into smoking
buzzed
focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring,
Her eyes lifted.
tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name,
prospect of a Fowler daughter entertaining
without hesitation, but Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a big
of the
offered a poised
trust you’ll
a slender hand
It was Mark.
gasp
Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and
next. There was
a silent, intense exchange held
onlookers grasped at once that this was no ordinary
locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed to
he asserted, “I’ll drink
motioned to take
Mark’s fragile health, she knew he
gulped down the
cheeks were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even more
Medina, the initial instigator,
of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will fully fund
loss, but the realization that he’d crossed
the terrain, Roger observed Mark’s Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me
his wits,
relief, though cold
Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took control of the
apparent usurpation irked
silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts
darted towards Mark, aware of the history he
Mark sought to dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing her to
quality, wouldn’t
Cecilia consumed half a bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her assistant, “I’ll ensure she gets home
though hesitant,
Cecilia was settled in the car, Peter made a move to accompany them but
the window ascended slowly, Mark’s gaze rested on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a
blend of sophistication and
her face, Mark
murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her
ties with Thomas, was
but he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of this solitary moment, it
steered towards the house on
her current state would only distress Edwin
face, he murmured, “We’re
black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s
her eyes fluttering
are we?”
punctuated
leaning across to do the same for her, his
its
discomfort evident as she reclined, her
recall the place we
the closeness, Mark was enveloped
of her natural fragrance
dormant desire within
moment, Mark really wanted to hug
able
about it,” he whispered in
this apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly believed that
hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at something
smile broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as
remembering any of it?” she muttered to
said it again, and this time, her
opened the door on her side, and bent down to
“No! I won’t go!
don’t want to
gust of chilly wind
in a hoarse voice, “Where can you
a strong kick, he shut the car door and headed towards the
Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms
the elevator made its ascent, a
her nose. They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still a sweet couple who
the memories flashed before her
were times where she felt completely wasted, but there were also times
those two states was the great discomfort she felt
system could she dare to
roll down her
his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed
more than enough to make Mark’s
arrived at their apartment, he took out the key and opened the
Mark didn’t live here anymore, he still had
bedroom and gently lay
soft, her body was much
bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her long hair from
closed, and her
something adorable with the
a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After all, he was a man who
gently
Cecilia opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of this
look on his face
their lips were locked in
eyes widened, shocked by the suddenness of
this point, Mark 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 her down, trapping
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