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

mingled, his attention

talk, but current

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting

woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a chance

low, his ease in such

direct response, he

relish an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this field intrigues me to make some

Cecilia became available as the person stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit

of the softness of her waist, though

he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not

features complemented his formidable

one would dare challenge him or pressure him into

buzzed with

mostly quiet, found herself the focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast

Her eyes lifted.

the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name, was

a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

have declined 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 the wine could secure

the

offered a poised

I trust

slender hand enveloped hers,

It was Mark.

collective gasp

Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just

was

silent, intense

onlookers grasped at once that

where an

hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll

he motioned to take the glass,

health, she knew

down the wine

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

initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening

had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will fully

over potential profit loss, but the realization

Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr.

his wits, hastily

in relief, though cold

he effortlessly took

usurpation

she consumed several more glasses of wine,

assistant’s glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history he shared

Mark sought to dissuade her, but he soon relented,

wine, of decent quality, wouldn’t induce

her senses. As

though

but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the

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

was a blend of sophistication

face, Mark

Cecilia’s distressed murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her excessive

severed ties with Thomas, was

he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a

Mark steered towards

villa in her current state

caressing Cecilia’s face, he

black SUV

at the halt, her

are we?” she inquired,

punctuated the

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

its high beams

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

recall the place we once

closeness, Mark was

unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled with floral

dormant desire within Mark quietly

Mark really wanted

he was able to restrain

it,” he whispered

precious memories. He truly believed that

gazed ahead, as though

smile broke on her face, which quickly disappeared

remembering any

this time, her voice

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

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want

of chilly

said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go

a strong kick, he shut the car door

Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and

its ascent, a glassy look

seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still

the memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes

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

was the

she had alcohol in her system could she dare to

to roll down

pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as

more than enough to make

elevator doors opened. As they arrived at their apartment, he took

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

into the bedroom and gently lay her on

bed was soft, her body was

didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a

and her breathing was

the way her chest

a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After all, he was

gently called

greeted by the sight of this large man whose

his face

were locked in

by the

already had her wrists pinned above

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