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 remained

stirred ample talk, but current company seemed largely

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia,

is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand

low, his ease in

response, he addressed

relish an 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

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

mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but

handsome features complemented his formidable

one would dare challenge him or pressure him

room buzzed

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

Her eyes lifted.

appeasing wealthy patrons and

of a Fowler daughter

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

eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass in

offered a

I trust you’ll honor your

prepared to sip, a slender

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled the

to casually touch a

There was no slap, no rebuke from

a silent, intense exchange

once that this was no ordinary

gaze locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed

he asserted, “I’ll

to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes

health, she knew he couldn’t afford

gulped down the

a rosy hue post-drink,

initial instigator, found

also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to

the realization

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

his wits,

relief, though cold sweat

conversation, he effortlessly

usurpation

several more glasses of

glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history he

to dissuade her, but he soon relented,

wine, of decent quality, wouldn’t

As they prepared to depart, Mark assured

assistant, though

Peter made a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of

beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in

profile was a blend of sophistication and

her face, Mark felt its

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

severed ties with Thomas,

reality as a divorced

of indecision, Mark steered

Evans villa in her current state would only

caressing Cecilia’s face, he

minutes elapsed before the black SUV pulled up

at the halt, her eyes fluttering open to

are we?” she

noise punctuated

for her, his voice a

approached, its high beams

shielded her eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her

recall the place

closeness, Mark was enveloped

blend of her natural

desire within

this moment, Mark really wanted to hug

he was able to restrain

forget about it,” he

most precious memories. He

gazed ahead, as though

on her face, which quickly disappeared

of remembering any of it?” she muttered to

again, and this

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 to go

of chilly wind

face almost touching hers, and said in a

kick, he shut the car door and headed towards

left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around

ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded

her nose. 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

flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to

but there were also

between those two states was

her system could

began to roll down

she pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed like a

this was more than enough to make Mark’s

at their apartment, he took out

didn’t live here anymore, he still had someone

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her on the

the bed was soft,

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

eyes were closed, and her breathing

adorable with the way her chest rose

held her for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After all, he was a man who had

gently called her

sight of this large

on his face

lips were locked in a gentle

widened, shocked by the

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

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