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

Mark mingled, his attention discreetly remained on

had stirred ample talk, but current company seemed largely

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting

Mr. Evans might not stand a chance

chuckle was low, his ease in such

response, he addressed someone

to discuss the script with

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

Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of

mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking

complemented his

one would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking

room buzzed

when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss

Her eyes lifted.

appeasing wealthy patrons and

a Fowler daughter entertaining

and he used to be such a big help

expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose,

offered a poised

trust

prepared to sip, a slender hand

It was Mark.

collective gasp

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

next. There was no slap, no rebuke

a silent, intense exchange held

onlookers grasped at once that this was no

gaze locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed

asserted, “I’ll drink

he motioned to take

Mark’s fragile health, she knew he couldn’t afford even

down the wine

rosy hue post-drink, rendering

the initial instigator, found his sobriety

the moment, he was about

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

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

his wits,

exhaled in relief, though cold sweat drenched

conversation, he effortlessly took control

apparent usurpation irked

more glasses of wine,

Mark, aware of the

her, but he soon relented, allowing

quality, wouldn’t induce

impair her senses. As

assistant, though hesitant,

the car, Peter made a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy

inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned

a blend of sophistication

Mark

he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her

severed ties with Thomas, was she nursing

anguish gripped Mark, but he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as

indecision, Mark steered

current state would only distress Edwin and earn Zoey’s ceaseless

caressing Cecilia’s face, he

minutes elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at

halt, her eyes fluttering open

are we?” she

punctuated

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

its

evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and visibly

recall the place

the closeness, Mark was enveloped

unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled with floral

dormant desire within Mark

moment, Mark really wanted

able to restrain

it,” he whispered in her

housed their most precious memories. He

down her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at

face, which quickly disappeared as she let out a

remembering any of it?”

it again, and this time, her voice

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 her up.

“No! I won’t go!

want to

chilly wind blew past

touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go while

he shut the car door and headed towards

more strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she

made its ascent, a glassy look

seemed like it was just yesterday when they

before her eyes,

but there were also

states was the great discomfort she

when she had alcohol in her system could she

roll down her

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

than enough to make Mark’s

doors opened. As they arrived at their apartment, he took out the key and opened

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

the bedroom and gently

soft, her

leave yet. He bent over

eyes were closed, and

something adorable with the way

he wanted to hold her. After all, he was

gently called

eyes and was greeted by the sight of this large

face was

next second, their lips were locked in

eyes widened, shocked by the suddenness

Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of

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