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 current company seemed largely oblivious to

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia,

woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a chance this

low, his ease in such scenarios

a direct response, he addressed

the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this field intrigues me

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

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

slender,

complemented

would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking

buzzed

focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass

Her eyes lifted.

tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and

a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor

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

eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose,

a

I trust

prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

collective gasp

aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just any, but a

was no

intense exchange held

that this was no

with Cecilia’s, where

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

to take the glass, Cecilia’s

Mark’s fragile health, she knew

gulped down the wine

rosy hue post-drink, rendering her

initial instigator, found

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

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

advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this

regaining his wits, hastily

relief, though cold sweat drenched

in conversation, he effortlessly took control

apparent usurpation

consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to intervene

glance darted towards Mark, aware of the

dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing her

wine, of decent quality,

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

assistant, though

Cecilia was settled in the car, Peter made a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and instead closed the car door

black hair

was a blend of sophistication and

face, Mark felt

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

severed ties with Thomas,

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

steered towards the house on Gamous

to the Evans villa in her current state would only distress Edwin and

face, he

the black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

stirred at the halt, her eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar

we?”

punctuated the

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

its

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

recall the place we once lived?”

the closeness, Mark was enveloped

of her

dormant desire within Mark

moment, Mark really

was able

it,” he

apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly believed that she would

put down her hand and gazed ahead,

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

remembering any of it?” she muttered to

it again, and this time, her

got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up.

“No! I won’t go!

want

of chilly wind

in a hoarse

with a strong kick, he shut the

she wrapped her arms around

its ascent, a

elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just

the memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes

felt completely wasted, but there were also times she

denominator between those two states was the

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

began to roll down

head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed

was more than enough

at their apartment, he took out the key and opened the

here anymore, he

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her on the

bed was soft, her

her almost 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

eyes were closed, and her breathing

the way her chest

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

he gently called her

the sight of this large man whose eyes were

on his face

their lips were

shocked by the suddenness of

on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists

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