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

mingled, his attention discreetly remained on

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

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

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

is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a

low, his

he addressed

relish an opportunity to discuss the script with

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

aware of the softness of her waist, though

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

handsome features complemented his

one would dare challenge him or pressure him into

buzzed

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

Her eyes lifted.

appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name,

of a Fowler daughter

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

of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

a

I trust you’ll honor

to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers,

It was Mark.

gasp

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

next. There was

silent, intense exchange

that this was no ordinary

gaze locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed to

tone, he asserted, “I’ll

take the glass,

health, she knew he couldn’t afford even

down

rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even

Medina, the initial instigator, found his sobriety

not only toyed with the Fowler patriarch’s daughter but had also 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

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

regaining his wits, hastily

exhaled in relief, though cold sweat drenched

conversation, he effortlessly took control

apparent usurpation

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

aware of the history he

but he soon relented, allowing her to

decent 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

assistant, though hesitant,

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

on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a simplistic long

a blend

Mark felt

emotional turmoil was the impetus

with Thomas,

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

indecision, Mark steered towards the

current state would

he

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

at the halt, her eyes fluttering open to

are we?” she inquired,

noise punctuated

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

vehicle approached, its

shielded her eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing

don’t I recall the place we

Mark was enveloped by

her

within Mark

moment, Mark really wanted

he was able to restrain

won’t forget about it,” he whispered

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

down her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at something

on her face, which quickly disappeared as she let

the point of remembering any of it?”

it again, and this time, her voice

got off the car, opened the door on her side,

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

of chilly

face almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse

with a strong kick, he shut the car door and

would fall, she wrapped

ascent, a glassy look once again

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

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

wasted, but there were

two states was the

had alcohol in her system could she dare to bury her face in Mark’s

to roll

his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed

than enough to

As they arrived at their apartment, he took out the

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

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her on the

bed was soft, her

almost unconscious body in the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her long hair from her

closed, and her

was something adorable with the way her chest

held her for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After all, he was

gently called

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

his face was hard

lips were locked

by

already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight

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