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

mingled, his attention discreetly remained on

but

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

rest, it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to

woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a chance this

his ease

direct response, he addressed someone near

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

person stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven

softness of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing

mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking

handsome features complemented his

no one would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking

room buzzed

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

Her eyes lifted.

wealthy

daughter entertaining the investor

something to her, and he used to be such a big help to her

of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

a

I trust you’ll honor

she prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped

It was Mark.

gasp filled

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

There was no

intense

at once that

where an emotional storm

tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink it for

he motioned to take the

knew

down the

a rosy hue

initial instigator,

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

realization that he’d crossed Mark, a man

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

his wits,

though cold sweat drenched his

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took control

apparent usurpation

consumed several more glasses

towards Mark, aware of the history he

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

of decent quality, wouldn’t induce

the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her assistant, “I’ll ensure

assistant, though hesitant,

but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of

gaze rested on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she

was a blend of sophistication and

face, Mark felt

he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus

ties with Thomas, was

anguish gripped Mark, but he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of this solitary moment,

spell of indecision, Mark steered

in her current state

Cecilia’s face, he murmured, “We’re heading

SUV

stirred at the halt, her eyes

we?” she inquired,

noise punctuated

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

vehicle approached, its

discomfort evident as she reclined,

place we

was enveloped by her

a unique blend of her natural fragrance

desire within Mark

really wanted to hug

he was able to restrain

it,” he whispered

apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly

hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at something

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

point of remembering any of it?” she muttered

again, and this time, her

off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At this point, she

“No! I won’t go!

want to

chilly wind blew past

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

shut the

she

a glassy look once again pervaded her

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

the memories flashed before her

but there were also times she felt like she

was the great discomfort she felt

system could she dare to bury her face in

began to roll down

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

more than enough to

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

the same. Although Mark didn’t live here

the bedroom and gently lay her

bed was soft, her

bent over the bed

were closed, and her breathing

the way her chest

he wanted

he gently called her

and was greeted by the sight of

look on his face was hard to

lips were locked in

eyes widened, shocked by the

already completely 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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