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

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

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

Mr. Evans might

was low, his ease in such scenarios

he addressed

the script with Miss Fowler. Lately,

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

acutely aware of the softness of her waist,

a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking

handsome features complemented his

dare challenge him or pressure him into

buzzed with

mostly quiet, found herself the focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall guarantee

Her eyes lifted.

the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler

prospect of a Fowler daughter

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

of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass in

offered a

Medina, I trust you’ll honor your

she prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped

It was Mark.

gasp filled

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

next. There was no slap, no rebuke from

silent, intense exchange held

at once that this was no ordinary

where an emotional storm seemed

a hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll

to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes kicked

knew he couldn’t afford

down the wine

rosy hue post-drink, rendering

initial instigator, found his

moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will fully

surged, mot over potential profit loss, but the realization that he’d crossed

subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie

regaining his wits, hastily

relief, though cold sweat drenched his

conversation, he effortlessly took

apparent usurpation irked

more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts

aware

sought to dissuade her, but he soon

of decent quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

As

though

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

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

profile was a blend

her face, Mark

surmised her emotional turmoil was

Thomas, was she nursing

their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the

Mark steered towards the house on

current state would only distress Edwin

face, he

elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at

the halt, her eyes fluttering

are we?”

punctuated

to do the same for her, his voice a soft murmur, “It’s

vehicle approached, its

evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and visibly

recall the place we once lived?”

the closeness, Mark was enveloped

was a unique blend of her natural

desire within

moment, Mark really wanted to hug

was able to

it,” he whispered in her

their most precious memories. He truly believed that she would

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

her face, which quickly disappeared as she

point of remembering any of it?” she muttered to

and this time, her voice almost

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 completely inebriated yet and

“No! I won’t go!

want

gust of chilly wind blew

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

shut the car door and headed towards the

more strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped

its ascent, a glassy look once

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 eyes,

completely wasted, but there were also times

two states was the great discomfort she felt

when she had alcohol in her system could she dare to

to roll down

his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed like a

more than enough to make Mark’s

elevator doors opened. As they arrived at their apartment,

the same. Although Mark didn’t live here anymore,

bedroom and gently lay

soft, her body was

almost unconscious body in the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over

eyes were closed, and her breathing was

the

her for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After

he gently

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

on his face

second, their lips were

by

at this point, Mark was 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 her down, trapping

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