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 mingled, his attention discreetly remained

ample talk, but current company seemed largely oblivious to their

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

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

Fowler is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might

chuckle was low, his ease in such

direct response, he

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

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

Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed

between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking

complemented his

him

room buzzed with

gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A

Her eyes lifted.

the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name, was

a Fowler daughter entertaining the

would have declined without hesitation, but Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a big

the expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia

offered a poised

I trust you’ll honor your

prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled

a lady, and not

was no slap, no rebuke from

a silent, intense

at once that this was no

with Cecilia’s, where an

asserted, “I’ll drink it for

to take the glass,

knew he

gulped down the wine

cheeks were a rosy hue

Medina, the initial instigator,

he

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

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

regaining his

relief, though cold sweat

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took control of

apparent usurpation irked

consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to intervene

aware

Mark sought to dissuade her, but

of decent quality, wouldn’t

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

assistant, though

made a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and instead

Her black hair cascaded freely,

a blend

her face, Mark

surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her

with Thomas, was she nursing a

reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of this solitary moment, it

steered towards the house on

the Evans villa in her current state would

he murmured, “We’re heading

black SUV

at the halt, her eyes

are we?”

noise punctuated

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

vehicle approached, its high beams

eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing

place we

was

was a unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled with

desire within Mark quietly

this moment, Mark really wanted to hug

able to

forget about it,” he whispered

all, this apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly believed that she

her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at something

on her face, which quickly disappeared

remembering any of it?”

this time,

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

“No! I won’t go!

want

gust of chilly wind

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

kick, he shut the car

drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped

made its ascent, a glassy

smell wafted up her nose. They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still a sweet

memories flashed before her

she felt completely wasted, but there were also times

between those two states was the

could she dare to bury her face in Mark’s

to roll down her

she pressed her head on his shoulder

than enough to make

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

the same. Although Mark didn’t live here anymore, he still had someone clean it once

and gently

the bed was soft, her body was much

over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her long hair from

eyes were closed, and her breathing

the

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

gently

sight of this large man

look on his face was hard to

their lips were locked

widened, shocked by the suddenness of

already had her

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