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

ample talk, but current company seemed largely

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

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

no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a chance

low, his ease in such scenarios

he addressed

discuss the script with Miss

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

of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed

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

complemented his

one would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking

buzzed with

her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast

Her eyes lifted.

between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting

daughter entertaining the investor was

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

eyes of the

offered a poised

I trust

sip, a slender hand

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

a lady, and not just

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

silent, intense exchange held between

onlookers grasped at once that this was no

where an emotional storm seemed

tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink

take the glass, Cecilia’s

health, she knew he couldn’t afford even a

gulped down the wine

a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even

initial instigator, found his

Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will fully fund

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

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

regaining his

relief, though cold

engaged Roger in conversation, he

apparent usurpation irked

more glasses of wine, her

assistant’s glance darted towards Mark, aware of

her, but he soon relented, allowing her to

wine, of decent quality,

senses. As they prepared

assistant, though

but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and instead closed the car door behind

Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a simplistic

a blend of sophistication and

Mark felt

surmised her emotional turmoil was

Thomas, was she nursing

their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite

Mark steered towards the house

Evans villa in her current state would only

he murmured, “We’re heading

before the black SUV pulled up at

the halt, her eyes

we?” she

noise punctuated

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

approached, its

evident as she reclined, her breathing

recall the place we once

was enveloped by

of her natural fragrance mingled

dormant desire within Mark quietly

this moment, Mark really wanted

was able to

forget about it,” he whispered

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

and gazed ahead, as though looking at

her face, which quickly

of remembering any of it?” she muttered to

said it again, and this time,

on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At this point, she wasn’t completely inebriated yet and still had

“No! I won’t go!

want

chilly wind blew

said in a hoarse

he shut the car door and headed towards the

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

the elevator made its ascent, a

and pleasant smell wafted up her nose. They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed

the memories flashed before her eyes,

were times where she felt completely wasted, but there were

common denominator between those two states was the great discomfort she felt

had alcohol in her system could she

roll down

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

this was more than enough to make

apartment, he took out the

remained the same. Although Mark didn’t live here anymore, he

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her

was soft,

almost unconscious body in the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and

and her

the way her chest

Of course he wanted to hold her. After

he gently

by the sight of this large man

his face

next second, their lips were locked in

by the suddenness

she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned

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