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.

informed of Mark’s

Mark mingled, his attention

liaison had stirred ample talk, but current company seemed largely

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

the rest, it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting

Evans might not

his

he addressed someone near

an opportunity to discuss the script with

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

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

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

features complemented his

him or pressure him into

room buzzed

gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall guarantee funding for

Her eyes lifted.

tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler

a Fowler 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 the wine could secure the

eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

a

Medina, I trust you’ll honor

slender

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady,

Nothing happened next. There was

silent, intense exchange held

once that

Cecilia’s, where

asserted, “I’ll

to take the glass, Cecilia’s

health, she knew he couldn’t afford

down the

rosy hue post-drink,

initial instigator, found

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 him. He declared, his voice resonant,

the realization

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

regaining his

in relief, though cold sweat drenched his

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly

usurpation

she consumed several more glasses

assistant’s glance darted towards Mark, aware

to dissuade her, but he

quality, wouldn’t

consumed half a bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her

assistant, though hesitant,

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

window ascended slowly, Mark’s gaze rested on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a simplistic long dress,

was a blend of

face, Mark felt its feverish

emotional turmoil was

ties with Thomas, was she nursing a

their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of this solitary moment,

steered

her current state would only distress Edwin and earn Zoey’s ceaseless

face, he

black SUV pulled up

halt, her eyes fluttering

are we?” she inquired,

punctuated

belt, leaning across to do the same for her, his voice a soft murmur,

vehicle approached, its high beams

as she reclined,

recall the place we once lived?” she

Mark was enveloped

blend of her natural

within Mark quietly

this moment, Mark really

was able

forget about it,”

housed their most precious memories. He truly believed that she would never

hand and gazed ahead,

a smile broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as she let out a

of remembering any of it?” she muttered

again, and this time, her voice almost

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

“No! I won’t go!

want

chilly wind blew past

face almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can

the car door and headed

that she would fall, she

made its ascent, a glassy look once

in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just

before her eyes, Cecilia’s

there were

was the great discomfort she felt

in her system could she dare to

began to roll down her

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

than enough to make Mark’s heart

apartment, he took

Mark didn’t live here anymore, he still had someone

and gently lay her

was soft, her body was much

bent over the bed and

and her breathing was

was something adorable with the way

hadn’t held her for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After

gently called

sight of this

on his face was

were locked in

widened, shocked by the

at this point, Mark 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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