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

Mark mingled, his attention discreetly remained on

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

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting playful

is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans

was low, his

he addressed

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

took the opportunity to

against Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing of

he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for

handsome features complemented his

no one would dare challenge him or

buzzed with

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

Her eyes lifted.

the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons

prospect of a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor

validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help to her career… If

the crowd,

a poised

I trust

slender hand enveloped hers, steadying the

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

taken aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a

happened next. There was no slap, no

a silent, intense exchange

that this was

with Cecilia’s, where

asserted,

motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes

fragile health, she knew he couldn’t afford even a

down

rosy hue post-drink, rendering her

Medina, the initial instigator, found his

Fowler patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was

realization that he’d crossed

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

regaining his wits, hastily

relief, though cold sweat drenched

conversation, he effortlessly

apparent usurpation

protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s

aware of the

Mark sought to dissuade her, but he

decent quality, wouldn’t

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

though hesitant,

but

woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a simplistic long dress,

a blend

her face, Mark

murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her excessive

Thomas, was she

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

spell of indecision, Mark steered towards the house

villa in her current state would only distress Edwin and earn Zoey’s

Cecilia’s face, he murmured, “We’re

before the black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

stirred at the halt, her eyes

we?”

punctuated the

his seat belt, leaning across to do the same for her, his

vehicle approached, its

discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and

the place we

the closeness, Mark was enveloped

of her

desire within Mark quietly

this moment, Mark really wanted to

able

it,”

their most precious memories.

hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at something

while, a smile broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as she

point of remembering any of it?” she muttered to

this time,

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

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want

chilly wind blew

face almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go while

a strong kick, he shut the car door

fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and clung to

elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once

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 every

before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to

where she felt completely wasted, but there

between those two states was the

in her system could she dare to bury

to roll down her

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

was more than enough to make Mark’s

arrived at their apartment, he took out the

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

into the bedroom and gently lay her on

was soft, her body

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

eyes were closed, and her breathing

with the

course he wanted to hold

he gently called her

sight of this large man whose eyes were

on his face was hard

second, their lips were locked in a

widened, shocked by the suddenness

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

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