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

liaison had stirred ample talk, but current company seemed

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

was taking a

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

his ease in such scenarios

he addressed someone near

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

Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven

pressed against Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing of his internal

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

handsome features complemented his formidable

him or pressure him

buzzed

herself the focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A

Her eyes lifted.

appeasing wealthy patrons and

daughter entertaining the investor was

to her, and he used to be such a big help to her career… If her accepting the wine could

expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

offered a poised

I trust

a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

touch a

happened next. There was no

silent, intense

once that this was no ordinary

Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm

tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink

as he motioned to take the glass,

Mark’s fragile health, she knew he couldn’t afford

down the wine

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even more

Medina, the initial instigator, found his

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 resonant, “I will fully

but the realization that

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

regaining his

exhaled in relief, though cold sweat drenched

in conversation, he

apparent usurpation irked

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

towards Mark, aware of the history he shared

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

of decent quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark

though hesitant,

accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of

inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair

was a blend of sophistication

her face, Mark

distressed murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was

severed ties with Thomas, was

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

spell of indecision, Mark steered towards the house on Gamous

to the Evans villa in her current state would only distress Edwin and earn Zoey’s

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

SUV

her eyes fluttering open to

are we?” she

noise punctuated the

his seat belt, leaning across to do the same for her, his voice a soft murmur, “It’s the place

approached, its

her eyes, discomfort evident as she

don’t I recall the place we once lived?” she

closeness, Mark was enveloped by her

her natural fragrance mingled

within Mark

moment, Mark really wanted to hug

able to

won’t forget about it,”

their most precious memories. He truly believed that she

put down her hand and gazed ahead, as

a while, a smile broke on her face, which quickly

the point of remembering any

and this

help but feel saddened whenever he saw that pitiful look on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to

gust of chilly wind

face almost touching hers, and said in a

with a strong kick, he shut the car door and headed towards the

no more strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck

a glassy look

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 couple who snuck

memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes

completely wasted, but there were also times

was the great discomfort she

system could she dare

roll down her

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

this was more than enough to make Mark’s heart

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

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

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently

soft, her body was

bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her

closed, and her breathing was

was something adorable with the way

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

he gently called

Cecilia opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of this large

face was hard

next second, their lips were locked in a gentle

by the suddenness of

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

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