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.

been informed of

his attention

past liaison had stirred ample talk, but current company

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

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

no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a

chuckle was low, his ease

a direct response, he addressed someone

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

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,

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

his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but

complemented his formidable

dare challenge him or pressure him

room buzzed with

focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine,

Her eyes lifted.

wealthy patrons and respecting

of a Fowler daughter entertaining the

and he used to be

the

offered a poised

I trust

she prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped

It was Mark.

gasp

Mark’s audacity to casually touch a

next. There was no slap, no rebuke

a silent, intense exchange

once that this

Cecilia’s, where an

asserted, “I’ll drink it for

motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes kicked

Mark’s fragile health, she knew he

gulped down

hue post-drink, rendering her

Medina, the initial instigator,

Fowler patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but

anxiety surged, mot over potential profit loss, but the realization that he’d crossed Mark, a man renowned for

Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time. Aim

regaining his

though cold sweat

conversation, he

usurpation irked

a silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts

aware of the history

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

quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

to impair her senses. As they

though hesitant,

settled in the car, Peter made a move to accompany them but reconsidered,

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

blend of

face, Mark felt

Cecilia’s distressed murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil

ties with Thomas, was she

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

spell of indecision, Mark steered towards the house on

state would only distress Edwin and

caressing Cecilia’s face, he

SUV pulled up

the halt, her eyes fluttering open

we?”

noise punctuated

leaning across to do the same for her, his

vehicle approached, its

as she reclined, her breathing

place we

the closeness, Mark was enveloped by

of her

desire within

moment, Mark really wanted to hug

was able

forget about it,” he whispered

precious memories.

ahead, as though

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

of remembering any of it?” she

again, and this time,

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

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to go

gust of chilly wind blew

almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go while looking like

shut the car door and headed towards

left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped

elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once

this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it

her eyes,

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

between those two states was the great discomfort she

her system could she dare to bury

began to roll

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

than enough to make Mark’s heart

apartment, he took out the key and

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

bedroom and gently

was soft, her 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

and

was something adorable with the way her

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

he gently

by the sight of this large man whose eyes were

look on his face was hard

second, their lips were

by

already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of his body pressed her down, trapping

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