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

his attention discreetly remained on

ample talk, but current company seemed

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

Mark was taking a fancy to

woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a

chuckle was low, his ease in such scenarios

he addressed

an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately,

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

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

complemented

dare challenge him or pressure him

room buzzed

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

Her eyes lifted.

in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler

of a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor

meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help to

the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass in

offered a

Medina, I trust you’ll honor your

to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

gasp filled

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

happened next. There was no slap,

intense exchange

onlookers grasped at once that this was no

locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm

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

motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes kicked

health, she knew he couldn’t

down the

were a rosy hue

initial instigator, found his

the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his

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 next project. Simon has an abundance of compelling

his wits, hastily

relief, though cold sweat drenched his

conversation, he effortlessly took control

usurpation irked

she consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s

towards Mark, aware of the

sought to dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing her

of decent quality,

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

though hesitant,

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

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

blend

her face, Mark felt its

surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus

severed ties with Thomas, was she nursing a

twinge of anguish gripped Mark, but he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness

steered towards the house on

to the Evans villa in her current state would only distress

he

elapsed before the black SUV

stirred at the halt, her eyes fluttering open to

we?”

punctuated

to do the same for her, his voice a soft murmur, “It’s the place

its high beams

evident as she reclined,

place

was enveloped by her

was a unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled with floral

within

this moment, Mark really wanted to

was able

it,” he

precious memories. He truly

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

her face, which quickly

point of remembering any

this time, her voice almost

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

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to

chilly wind

almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse

shut the car door and

fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and clung

made its ascent, a glassy look once

smell wafted up her nose. They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just

memories flashed before her

there were also times she felt like she was

two states was the

her system could

roll down

she murmured. Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed like

was more than enough to make

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

here anymore, he still had someone clean it once in a

and gently lay

was soft, her

leave yet. He bent over

were closed, and

adorable with the way her

long time. Of course he wanted to hold

he gently called

eyes and was greeted by the sight of this large man whose eyes were

on his face was hard

lips were locked in

shocked by the suddenness of it

even resist, he already had her

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