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

mingled, his attention

talk, but current company seemed largely

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting

Evans might not

his

a direct response, he addressed

the script with

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

aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing of his internal

a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking

features complemented his formidable

him or pressure him into

room buzzed

glass of wine, slurring, “A toast

Her eyes lifted.

the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name,

prospect of a Fowler daughter entertaining

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

expectant eyes of the

offered a

I trust you’ll honor your

she prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped

It was Mark.

gasp filled

touch a lady, and not just any, but a Fowler, was

next. There was no slap, no

silent, intense

grasped at once that this was no ordinary

with Cecilia’s, where

tone, he asserted,

to take the glass,

health, she knew he couldn’t afford

gulped down the wine

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her

Medina, the initial instigator, found his sobriety

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

potential profit loss, but the realization that he’d crossed Mark, a man renowned for his

immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time. Aim

his

in relief, though cold sweat

he effortlessly took control of the

usurpation

a silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to intervene

darted towards Mark, aware of the history he shared

to dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing her

quality,

impair her senses. As they prepared to depart,

though

a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and instead

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

profile was a blend of

face, Mark

he surmised her emotional turmoil

ties with Thomas, was

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

of indecision, Mark steered towards the

current state would only distress Edwin and

caressing Cecilia’s face, he

minutes elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

the halt, her eyes fluttering

we?”

punctuated

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

approached, its high

shielded her eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and

I recall the place we

was enveloped by her

her natural fragrance mingled

within Mark quietly

moment, Mark really

was able to

it,” he whispered

their most precious memories. He truly believed that she would never forget

put down her hand and gazed ahead, as though

on her face, which quickly disappeared as she let

any of it?”

again, and this time, her voice

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 to go

chilly wind blew

face almost touching hers, and said in

shut the car door

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

a glassy

pleasant smell wafted up 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

flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began

there were also times she felt

those two states was

alcohol in her system could she dare

to roll

Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she

more than enough to make Mark’s heart

doors opened. As they arrived at their apartment, he took

didn’t live here anymore,

and gently lay her on the

the bed was soft, her body was much

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

eyes were closed, and her breathing

adorable with the way her chest

held her for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After all, he was a man who

he gently called her

the sight of this large man whose eyes were burning with

face

their lips were locked in a gentle

by the suddenness of

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

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