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 mingled, his attention discreetly

stirred ample talk, but current

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting

Mr. Evans

his

response, he addressed

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

and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people

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

his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but

handsome features complemented his formidable

would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking

room buzzed with

found herself the focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall guarantee

Her eyes lifted.

appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name,

a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

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 the wine could secure the investment, pride had

the expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

a poised

Medina, I trust you’ll

prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled

casually touch a lady,

happened next. There was no slap, no rebuke

silent, intense

at once that this was no ordinary

where an emotional storm seemed to

a hushed tone, he asserted,

to take the glass, Cecilia’s

fragile health, she knew he couldn’t afford

down the

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even more

Medina, the initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening

he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him.

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

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.

his wits, hastily

exhaled in relief, though cold sweat drenched his

in conversation, he effortlessly

apparent usurpation irked

consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to

assistant’s glance darted towards Mark, aware of

her, but he soon relented, allowing her to

of decent quality, wouldn’t induce

consumed half a bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As

though

settled in the car, Peter made a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment,

Mark’s gaze rested on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair

profile was a blend

Mark felt its

murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the

Thomas, was

current reality as a divorced pair. Despite

Mark steered towards the house on Gamous

villa in her current state would only distress

face, he murmured, “We’re heading

SUV pulled

her eyes fluttering open to

are we?” she inquired,

noise punctuated the

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

vehicle approached, its high beams

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

recall the place we once lived?”

closeness, Mark was

unique blend of her

desire within Mark quietly

this moment, Mark really wanted to

he was able

won’t forget about it,” he

all, this apartment housed their most precious memories. He

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

her face, which quickly disappeared as

remembering any

again, and this time, her

on her

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to go

chilly wind

his face almost touching hers, and said in a

shut the car

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

made its ascent, a glassy look once

been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were

her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began

there were also times she felt like she was

states was the great discomfort she felt

could she dare to bury her

roll down

her head on his shoulder even

enough

their apartment, he took out the key and opened

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

carried Cecilia into the bedroom and

the bed was soft, her body was

bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her long hair from

closed, and her

with the way her chest rose

long time. Of course he wanted to hold her.

he gently called her

the sight of this

face

next second, their lips were locked in

eyes widened, shocked by the suddenness of it

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

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