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

Mark mingled, his attention

talk, but current

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting

Evans might not stand

was low, his ease

a direct response, he addressed

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

seat adjacent 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

softness of

a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers,

handsome features complemented

no one would dare challenge him or pressure him into

buzzed

her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from

Her eyes lifted.

caught in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons

a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor

meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help to her career… If her accepting the wine could secure the investment, pride had no

of the

a poised

Medina, I trust

prepared to sip, a slender

It was Mark.

gasp filled

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

happened next. There was

silent, intense exchange

that this was no ordinary

with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed to

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

he motioned to take

knew

down

a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even

Medina, the initial instigator, found

the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will

mot over potential profit loss, but the realization

smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me

regaining his

relief, though cold

he effortlessly

apparent usurpation

a silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of

darted towards Mark, aware of the history he shared

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

of decent quality, wouldn’t

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

assistant, though

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

black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a simplistic long

was a blend of

face, Mark felt

he surmised her emotional

ties with Thomas, was she

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

spell of indecision, Mark steered towards the

in her current state

he murmured, “We’re

elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at

halt, her eyes

are we?” she

noise punctuated the

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

approached, its high

her eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and visibly

don’t I recall the place we once lived?”

the closeness, Mark was enveloped by

was a unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled with

within

Mark really wanted

was able to

forget about it,” he whispered in

their most precious memories. He

hand and gazed ahead,

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

the point of remembering any of it?”

it again, and this time, her voice almost

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

“No! I won’t go!

want to

chilly

leaned closer, his face almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you

kick, he shut the car door

would fall, she wrapped

made its ascent, a glassy look

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

the memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to

felt completely wasted, but there were

was

could she dare to bury

began to roll

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

more than enough to make Mark’s

apartment, he took out the

same. Although Mark didn’t live here

bedroom and gently lay her on the

bed was soft,

didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a

and her breathing

adorable with the way her

a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After all, he was a man who had

he gently

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

on his face was hard

second, their lips were locked

by the suddenness of it

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

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