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.

been informed

Mark mingled, his attention discreetly remained

liaison had stirred ample talk, but current company

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting

no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might

chuckle was low, his ease in such scenarios

response, he addressed someone near

opportunity to discuss the script

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 proximity

was pressed against Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression

the evening’s mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for

features complemented his formidable

him

room buzzed with

glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall

Her eyes lifted.

between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name,

Fowler daughter entertaining the investor

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 the wine could secure the investment,

the expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

a poised

trust

to sip, a slender hand

It was Mark.

collective gasp

casually touch a lady, and not just any,

was no slap, no rebuke from

silent, intense

grasped at once that

where an emotional storm seemed to

hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink

motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s

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

gulped down the

hue post-drink, rendering

Medina, the initial instigator,

only 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

over potential profit loss, but the realization that

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

regaining his

though cold sweat drenched his

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he

apparent usurpation

more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to intervene

glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history he

her, but he soon relented, allowing

of decent quality, wouldn’t induce

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

assistant, though

the car, Peter made a move to accompany them but

Her black hair cascaded

was a blend of sophistication and

face, Mark felt its feverish

murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind

with Thomas, was she nursing a

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

steered towards the

to the Evans villa in her current state

caressing Cecilia’s face, he

the black SUV pulled up at the

halt, her eyes fluttering

are we?” she inquired,

noise punctuated

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

approached, its high beams

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

I recall the place we once

Mark was enveloped

of her natural

dormant desire within

moment, Mark really wanted to hug

was able to

forget about it,” he

most precious memories. He truly believed that she would

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

her face, which quickly disappeared as

point of remembering any of it?” she

said it again, and this time, her voice almost

He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At

“No! I won’t go!

want to

chilly wind

and said in

a strong kick, he shut the

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

its ascent, a glassy look once

They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still a sweet couple who snuck out and dated in

memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began

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

two states was the

alcohol in her system could

roll

Mark,” she murmured. Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder

was more than enough to make

As they arrived at their apartment, he

Although Mark didn’t live here anymore,

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her

was soft, her body was much

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

eyes were closed, and her

something adorable with the

for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold

he gently called her

greeted by the sight of this large man whose eyes were burning

face was hard

second, their lips were locked in

shocked by the suddenness of it

even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above

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