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.

hadn’t been informed of Mark’s

mingled, his attention discreetly

talk, but current

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

it appeared Mark was taking a

no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a

low, his ease

a direct response, he addressed

discuss the script with

to make room, and Mark took the opportunity

pressed against Cecilia, acutely aware 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

features complemented his

no one would dare challenge him or pressure him

room buzzed

offered her a glass of wine,

Her eyes lifted.

between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting

daughter entertaining the investor

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

the crowd, Cecilia rose,

offered a poised

trust

prepared to sip, a slender

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled

Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just any, but a Fowler, was

was no slap, no rebuke from

a silent, intense exchange held

grasped at once that this was

where an emotional

he asserted, “I’ll

motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes

knew he couldn’t afford

gulped down the

cheeks were a rosy hue

the initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening

toyed with the Fowler patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant,

loss, but the realization that

Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr.

regaining his

though cold sweat drenched his

in conversation, he effortlessly took

apparent usurpation irked

glasses of

assistant’s glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history

to dissuade her, but he soon relented,

decent quality, wouldn’t induce

end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to

though hesitant,

accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and

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

a blend of sophistication

face, Mark felt its feverish

surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her

severed ties with Thomas, was she nursing

steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced

steered towards the house on Gamous

the Evans villa in her current state would only distress Edwin

Cecilia’s face, he murmured, “We’re heading

black SUV pulled up

the halt, her eyes fluttering open

are we?” she inquired,

punctuated the

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

its high

shielded her eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her

the place we once lived?” she

was enveloped

of her natural fragrance mingled

within Mark quietly

really wanted to hug

able to restrain

won’t forget about it,”

memories. He

and gazed ahead,

which quickly disappeared as she

point of remembering any of

said it again, and this time, her

but feel saddened whenever he saw that pitiful look on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to

chilly

touching hers, and said in

a strong kick, he shut the car door and

would fall, she wrapped her arms

elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once again

times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they

her

times where she felt completely wasted, but there were also times she

those two states was the great discomfort

system could she dare to bury her face in Mark’s

to roll down

his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed

was more than enough to

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

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

the bedroom and gently

bed was soft, her

Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside

eyes were closed, and her breathing was

with the way

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

he gently called

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

on his face was hard

second, their lips were locked in a gentle

shocked by the suddenness

this point, Mark was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists

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