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

but

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

appeared Mark was taking a fancy

Evans might not stand a chance this

his

he addressed someone

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

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

the evening’s mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking

handsome features complemented his formidable

would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking

buzzed

her a glass of wine,

Her eyes lifted.

caught in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and

of a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

he used to be such a big help to her career… If her accepting

eyes of the crowd, Cecilia

a

trust you’ll honor

a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying the

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled

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

There was no slap,

a silent, intense exchange held between

onlookers grasped at once that this was no ordinary

locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional

asserted, “I’ll drink it for

as he motioned to take

health, she knew he couldn’t afford even a

gulped down the

a rosy hue

initial instigator, found his sobriety

Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to

mot over potential profit loss, but the realization that he’d crossed Mark,

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

his wits,

though

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly

usurpation irked

more glasses of wine,

aware of the history he

sought to dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing her

decent quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart,

assistant, though

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

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

was a blend of

Mark

murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind

severed ties with Thomas, was

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

spell of indecision, Mark steered towards the

state would

caressing Cecilia’s face, he murmured,

SUV pulled up at the

the halt, her eyes fluttering open

are we?” she

punctuated

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

vehicle approached, its

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

place we

Mark was

unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled

desire within Mark quietly

moment, Mark really wanted to

able

it,” he whispered in her

most precious memories. He truly believed that

put down her hand and gazed ahead, as

which

point of remembering any

it again, and this time, her voice

He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to

chilly wind blew

closer, his face almost touching hers, and said in a

kick, he shut the car door and

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

ascent, a glassy look once again

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 dated in secret

the memories flashed before her eyes,

there were also times she felt

between those two states was

in her system could she dare

to roll down her

head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed

was more than enough

apartment, he took out the key and

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

bedroom and

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

eyes were closed, and

the way

her for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold

gently

sight of this large man

on his face was hard to

were locked

eyes widened, shocked by the suddenness of

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 pressed her

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