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

attention

talk, but current

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

appeared Mark was taking

is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might

was low, his

a direct response, he

discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this field intrigues me to

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

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

cigarette between his slender, pale

complemented

one would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking

room buzzed

a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler

Her eyes lifted.

tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting

prospect of a Fowler daughter

declined without hesitation, but Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such

expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

a

I trust you’ll honor your

she prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers,

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just any, but a Fowler,

Nothing happened next. There was no slap, no

a silent, intense

that

Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed

a hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink

he motioned to take

fragile health, she knew he

down the

a rosy hue post-drink, rendering

the initial instigator, found

Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something,

but the realization that he’d crossed

smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time. Aim for the next

regaining his

though cold

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took control of

usurpation irked

consumed several more glasses

aware

but he soon relented, allowing her

decent quality, wouldn’t induce

sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her assistant, “I’ll ensure she

assistant, though hesitant,

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

black hair cascaded freely, and she was

was a blend

her face, Mark felt its

surmised her emotional turmoil

severed ties with Thomas,

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

Mark steered towards the house on

her current state would only distress Edwin and

he

elapsed before the black SUV

stirred at the halt, her eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar

are we?” she

noise punctuated

the same for her, his voice a

vehicle approached, its high

shielded her eyes, discomfort evident as she

place we once lived?”

the closeness, Mark was enveloped

a unique blend of her natural

dormant desire within Mark quietly

moment, Mark really wanted to hug

he was able

it,”

their most precious memories. He truly believed

down her hand and gazed ahead, as

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

any of it?” she

this time, her voice almost

couldn’t help but feel saddened 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

of chilly

touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice,

with a strong kick, he shut the car door

she would fall, she wrapped her arms

the elevator made its ascent, a glassy

up her nose. They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed

her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to

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

between those two states was the great discomfort

when she had alcohol in her system could she dare to bury her face in Mark’s

began to roll down

Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling

more than enough to make

their apartment, he took

didn’t live here anymore, he still had someone clean it once in

the bedroom and gently

soft, her

unconscious body in the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over

and her breathing

the way her chest

for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her.

he gently called her

her eyes and was greeted by the sight of this

look on his face was

lips were locked in a gentle

eyes widened, shocked by the suddenness of

was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her

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