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

Mark mingled, his attention

ample talk, but current company seemed largely oblivious to

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting playful

woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a chance this

chuckle was low, his ease in such

a direct response, he

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

and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people squeezing into ten seats, the proximity was

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

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

features complemented his

him or pressure him

buzzed with

her a glass of wine, slurring,

Her eyes lifted.

caught in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name,

Fowler daughter entertaining the investor

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

the crowd, Cecilia

offered a poised

trust you’ll honor your

prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just any, but

happened next. There was no slap, no rebuke from

a silent, intense exchange held

at once that this was no

with Cecilia’s, where an

tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink it for

as he motioned to take the

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

gulped down the wine

hue post-drink, rendering her even

the initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening

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 this

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

but wary of the terrain, Roger observed Mark’s Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time. Aim for the next project. Simon

his wits, hastily

though cold sweat drenched his

he effortlessly took

apparent usurpation

silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to intervene proving

towards Mark, aware of the history he shared

dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing

decent quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

half a bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her assistant, “I’ll

assistant, though hesitant,

move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the

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

profile was a blend

face, Mark

surmised her emotional turmoil

with Thomas, was she nursing

twinge of anguish gripped Mark, but he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness

indecision, Mark steered

the Evans villa in her current state

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

black SUV pulled up at the

halt, her eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar

we?” she inquired,

punctuated

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

vehicle approached, its high beams

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

the place we once lived?”

Mark was

a unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled with floral

dormant desire within Mark quietly

really wanted to hug

able to restrain

it,” he

housed their most precious memories.

put down her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at

her face, which quickly disappeared as she let out a forlorn

the point of remembering any of it?” she muttered to

said it again, and this

help 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 her up. At this point, she wasn’t completely

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

of chilly wind blew

closer, his face almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go while

a strong kick, he shut the car door and headed towards

left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and clung to

elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded

wafted up her nose. They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were

the memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s

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

those two states was the great discomfort she felt

could she dare to bury her face

roll

his shoulder

more than enough to make Mark’s

arrived at their apartment, he took out the key

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

bedroom and

was soft, her body was much

bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock

closed, and her

the way her

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

he gently called her

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

on his face was hard

second, their lips were locked

by the

Mark 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 down,

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