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 Mark’s

mingled, his attention discreetly remained on

but current

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

was taking a fancy to Cecilia,

woman. Mr. Evans might not stand

was low, his ease in

direct response, he

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

adjacent 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

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

his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps as a social

complemented his

him or

buzzed with

quiet, found herself the focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall guarantee funding

Her eyes lifted.

between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name,

of a Fowler daughter entertaining

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 her accepting the wine could secure the

eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass in

offered a

Medina, I trust you’ll honor

she prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers,

It was Mark.

gasp

aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and

was no slap, no rebuke

intense exchange held between

once that this was no ordinary

Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed to

a hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll

as he motioned to take the

Mark’s fragile health, she knew

down the

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering

the initial instigator, found his

moment, he was

anxiety surged, mot over potential profit loss, but the realization

Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with

regaining his wits,

in relief, though cold

conversation, he effortlessly took control of

apparent usurpation irked

she consumed several more glasses

aware of

her, but he soon relented, allowing

of decent quality, wouldn’t

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

though

was settled in the car, Peter made a move to accompany them but

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

a blend of

face, Mark

surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus

with Thomas,

gripped Mark, but he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced

a spell of indecision, Mark steered

in her current state would only

Cecilia’s face, he

SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

halt, her eyes fluttering open to

are we?” she inquired,

punctuated the

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

vehicle approached, its high

discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and visibly

I recall the place we

closeness, Mark was

of her natural

dormant desire within

really wanted

he was able to

it,” he whispered in

precious memories.

put down her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at

broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as she let

any

again, and this time, her

the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At this point,

“No! I won’t go!

want

of chilly

his face almost touching hers, and said in a

shut the car door and headed

no more strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she

its ascent, a glassy look once

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 snuck out and dated in secret

before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to

but there were also times

common denominator between those two states was the great discomfort she felt right

she had alcohol in her system could she dare to bury

roll

Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder even

more than enough to make Mark’s

they arrived at their apartment, he took out the key and

inside had remained the same. Although Mark didn’t live here anymore, he still had someone clean it once in a

Cecilia into the bedroom and

the bed was soft, her body

yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock

eyes were closed, and her

was something adorable with the way her

course he wanted to hold her. After all, he was a man who

gently called

was greeted by the sight of this large man

look on his face

next second, their lips were locked in

shocked by the suddenness of

had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of his body pressed

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