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 discreetly remained on

talk, but current company seemed largely oblivious to

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

his ease in such

he

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

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

softness of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing of

the evening’s mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps as a social

handsome features complemented his

him or pressure him into smoking or

buzzed with

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

Her eyes lifted.

wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name, was

of a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

her, and he used to be such a big help

of the

a poised

Medina, I trust you’ll honor

prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled

audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just any, but a Fowler,

next. There was no slap, no

silent, intense

at once that this was no ordinary

where

hushed tone, he asserted,

he motioned to take the glass,

fragile health, she knew he couldn’t afford

down the

a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even more

initial instigator, found

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

realization

Mark’s Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time. Aim for

regaining his wits,

in relief, though cold sweat drenched his

conversation, he effortlessly took control

apparent usurpation

more glasses of wine, her

glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history he shared with

to dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing her

quality,

Cecilia consumed half a bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her assistant, “I’ll ensure she

though hesitant,

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

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

blend

her face, Mark felt

distressed murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the

ties with Thomas, was she nursing a

but he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the

of indecision, Mark steered towards the house

state would only distress Edwin

caressing Cecilia’s face, he murmured,

black SUV pulled up

stirred at the halt, her

are we?” she

noise punctuated

his seat belt, leaning across to do the same for her, his voice a soft murmur,

its high beams

eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her

don’t I recall the place we

was

blend of her natural fragrance mingled

desire within Mark

moment, Mark really

he was able

won’t forget about it,”

memories. He truly believed that she would

her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at something

smile broke on her face, which quickly

the point of remembering any

said it again, and this time,

car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At this point, she wasn’t completely inebriated yet and

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want

chilly wind

closer, his face almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice,

strong kick, he shut the car door and headed towards

that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and clung to him

made its ascent, a glassy look once

elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still a sweet couple who snuck out and dated in

her eyes,

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

common denominator between those two states was the great discomfort she felt

could she dare

to roll

his shoulder

this was more than enough to make

arrived at their apartment, he took out

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

into the bedroom and gently lay her on

soft, her

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

eyes were closed, and her

adorable with the way

her for a long time. Of course he wanted to

gently called her

by the sight of this large man whose eyes were burning

face was hard

lips were locked in a gentle

shocked by the

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

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