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

attention

but current company

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

Mark was taking

is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans

was low, his ease in

he addressed someone

relish an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately,

the person stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people squeezing into ten seats, the

Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her

cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for

complemented

dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking

room buzzed with

gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from

Her eyes lifted.

caught in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the

a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

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

the

offered a

trust you’ll honor

to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers,

It was Mark.

gasp filled

casually touch a lady,

Nothing happened next. There was no slap, no rebuke from

a silent, intense exchange

onlookers grasped at once that this was

Cecilia’s, where an emotional

hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink it for

as he motioned to take the glass,

she knew he couldn’t afford even a

down

rosy hue post-drink,

initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening

moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared,

loss, but the realization that

but wary of 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 this time. Aim

his

though cold sweat drenched

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took

apparent usurpation

more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to

darted towards Mark, aware of the history he shared

but he soon relented, allowing her

quality, wouldn’t

sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to

assistant, though

accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and instead closed the car

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

a blend of

face, Mark felt its feverish

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

with Thomas, was

of anguish gripped Mark, but he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of

Mark steered towards

Evans villa in her current state

he murmured,

black SUV pulled

her eyes

are we?” she inquired,

punctuated the

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

approached, its

eyes, discomfort evident as she

don’t I recall the place we once lived?” she

closeness, Mark was enveloped by

unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled with floral

desire within Mark quietly

Mark really wanted

able to restrain

won’t forget about it,” he whispered in her

memories. He truly believed that she

gazed ahead, as though looking at something far

her face, which quickly disappeared as she

the point of remembering any

this time,

saddened whenever he saw that pitiful look on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to

gust of chilly

and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go while looking

a strong kick, he shut the car door and headed

had no more strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and clung to

the elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once

and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still a sweet couple who snuck out

flashed before her eyes,

there were also times she felt like she was

those two states was the great

had alcohol in her system could she dare to bury her face

to roll down

his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed like a

more than enough

elevator doors opened. As they arrived at their apartment, he took out the key and

same. Although Mark didn’t live here

and gently lay

bed was soft,

unconscious body in the bed, 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

something adorable with the way her chest rose

course he wanted to hold her. After

gently

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

on his face was

were

shocked by

Mark was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while

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