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

attention discreetly remained on

past liaison had stirred ample talk, but

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting playful

Evans might not stand

chuckle was low, his ease in such

response, he addressed someone near

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

up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people squeezing

of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing of his

he held a cigarette between his slender,

complemented his formidable

would dare challenge him or pressure him into

room buzzed

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

Her eyes lifted.

wealthy patrons and respecting

Fowler daughter entertaining the investor

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

expectant eyes of the crowd,

a poised

trust you’ll honor

slender hand

It was Mark.

collective gasp

audacity to casually touch a lady,

Nothing happened next. There was no slap, no

intense exchange

grasped at once that this was no

Cecilia’s, where an

hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll

to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes kicked

knew

gulped down the wine

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

the initial instigator, found

he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I

loss, but the realization

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

regaining his

relief, though cold sweat

conversation, he effortlessly took control of

apparent usurpation

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

aware of the history he

but he soon

of decent quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

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

though hesitant,

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

rested on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely,

blend of

Mark

emotional turmoil was the

with Thomas, was she nursing

steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of this

spell of indecision, Mark steered towards the house on

Evans villa in her current state

Cecilia’s face, he

black SUV pulled up at

the halt, her eyes fluttering

are we?”

noise punctuated

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

approached, its high

eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing

place we once lived?” she

the closeness, Mark was enveloped by

was a unique blend of her

desire within Mark

Mark really wanted to

able to restrain

won’t forget about it,” he

precious memories. He truly

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

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

the point of remembering any

this time, her voice

whenever he saw that pitiful look on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At this point, she wasn’t completely inebriated yet and still

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to go

gust of chilly wind blew past

touching hers, and said in

shut the car door and

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

the elevator made its ascent, a glassy

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 secret every

her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began

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

states was the great discomfort she felt

in her system could she dare to bury her

to roll

on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as

was more than enough to

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

didn’t live here anymore, he still

into the bedroom and gently

was soft, her body was

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

and her breathing was

was something adorable with the way her chest

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

he gently

her eyes and was greeted by the sight of this

face was hard

next second, their lips were locked in a

eyes widened, shocked by the suddenness of it

even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her

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