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 Mark’s

attention discreetly

liaison had stirred ample talk, but current company seemed largely oblivious to

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia,

Mr. Evans

chuckle was low, his

he addressed

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

and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people squeezing into

the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed

cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps

complemented

one would dare challenge him or

room buzzed with

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

Her eyes lifted.

caught in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting

daughter

Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be

eyes of the crowd, Cecilia

offered a

Medina, I trust you’ll

sip, a slender

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled

aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady,

Nothing happened next. There was no

silent, intense

onlookers grasped at once that this was

where an emotional storm seemed

tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink

he motioned to take the glass,

she knew he couldn’t afford

gulped down

hue post-drink, rendering her even more

Medina, the initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening

slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice

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

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

regaining his wits,

though

in conversation, he

usurpation

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

aware of the

dissuade her, but he

of decent quality, wouldn’t

As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her assistant, “I’ll

assistant, though hesitant,

accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and instead

black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a

was a blend of

her face, Mark felt its feverish

murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus

ties with Thomas, was

current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of

spell of indecision, Mark steered towards

in her current state

face, he

elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

stirred at the halt, her eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar

we?”

punctuated the

for her, his voice a

its high

she reclined, her breathing

I recall the place we once lived?”

closeness, Mark was enveloped

unique blend of her natural fragrance

dormant desire within

really

was able

it,” he whispered in

their most precious memories. He truly believed

gazed ahead, as though looking at something far

smile broke on her face, which

the point of remembering any of it?”

this time, her

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

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

chilly wind blew

touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you

he shut the car door and headed towards

would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck

the elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once

in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday

her eyes, Cecilia’s

wasted, but there were also times she felt

denominator between those two states was the great discomfort

system could

to roll

she pressed her head on his shoulder even more,

this was more than enough to make

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

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

bedroom and

the bed was soft,

the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently

closed, and her breathing

something adorable with the way her chest rose and

course he wanted to hold her. After all, he was a man

he gently

by the sight of this large man whose eyes were

face was hard to

their lips were locked in a gentle

widened, shocked by

turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of his body pressed

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