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

his attention discreetly remained

ample talk, but current company seemed largely oblivious to

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting playful

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

low, his ease in

he addressed someone near

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

and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside

acutely aware of the softness of her

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

handsome features complemented his

challenge him or pressure him into

room buzzed with

tipsy gentleman offered her a glass

Her eyes lifted.

the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons

daughter

without hesitation, but Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help to her career… If her accepting

expectant eyes of the

offered a

trust you’ll honor your

she prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped

It was Mark.

gasp

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

There was no slap, no rebuke

silent, intense exchange held

once that

Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm

a hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink it for

motioned to take the glass,

fragile health, she knew

down

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering

Medina, the initial instigator, found his

the Fowler patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about

loss, but the realization that he’d crossed Mark, a man renowned

wary of the terrain, Roger observed Mark’s Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need

his wits, hastily

in relief, though cold

in conversation, he

usurpation

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

darted towards Mark, aware of the

dissuade her, but

of decent quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

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

though

a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the

black hair cascaded freely,

a blend of

her face, Mark felt

murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her

with Thomas, was she

current reality as a divorced

indecision, Mark steered

her current state would only distress Edwin

face, he

SUV pulled up at

her eyes fluttering open to

we?” she

noise punctuated

his seat belt, leaning across to do the same for her,

its

evident as she reclined, her

place we once

Mark was enveloped

a unique blend of her

within

Mark really wanted to

he was able

about it,” he

apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly

down her hand and gazed ahead, as though

a while, a smile broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as

point of remembering any of it?” she muttered

said it again, and this time,

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 inebriated yet and still had

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want

chilly wind blew past

in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go while looking

shut the car door and

no more strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her

the elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once again

seemed like it was just yesterday

memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began

she felt completely wasted, but there were also times

common denominator between those two states was the

system could

roll down

his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she

more than enough to make Mark’s heart

their apartment, he took out the key and

live here anymore, he still had someone clean it once in

and gently lay her on

was soft, her body

unconscious body in the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of

and

with the way her chest rose

time. Of course he wanted to hold

gently called her

greeted by the sight of this large man whose eyes

his face was

second, their lips were

by the

already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of his body

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