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.

informed

Mark mingled, his attention discreetly

stirred ample talk, but

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia,

Mr. Evans might not stand a chance

his ease in

direct response, he

of my prospects, I’d relish an opportunity to discuss the script

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

acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing

a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not

features complemented

challenge him or pressure

room buzzed

found herself the focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of

Her eyes lifted.

wealthy patrons and

prospect of a Fowler daughter

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

eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass in

offered a

I trust you’ll

slender hand enveloped

It was Mark.

gasp filled

aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady,

happened next. There was no

silent, intense exchange

once that this was no ordinary

gaze locked with Cecilia’s, where

a hushed tone, he asserted,

to take the glass,

knew he

gulped down the wine

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her

initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening

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 Mark, a man renowned for

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

his wits, hastily

relief, though cold sweat

conversation, he

usurpation irked

several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s

glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history he

but he soon relented,

quality,

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

though hesitant,

Cecilia was settled in the car, Peter made a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and instead closed the

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

a blend of sophistication and

Mark felt its feverish

he surmised her emotional turmoil

severed ties with Thomas, was she

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

steered towards

state would only distress Edwin and earn Zoey’s

he

the black SUV pulled up

stirred at the halt, her eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar

are we?” she inquired,

noise punctuated the

her, his voice a soft murmur, “It’s the

vehicle approached, its high

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

recall the place we

the closeness, Mark was enveloped

unique blend of her natural

desire within Mark quietly

this moment, Mark really

able to restrain

won’t forget about it,” he

most precious memories. He truly

her hand and gazed ahead,

face, which quickly disappeared as she let out a

point of remembering any of it?” she

said it again, and this time, her voice

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 bent down to pick her up. At this point, she wasn’t

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

chilly wind

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

strong kick, he shut the

after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her

ascent, a glassy

had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday

before her eyes,

felt completely wasted, but there were also times she

common denominator between those two states was

system could

began to roll

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

was more than enough

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

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

and gently lay

bed was soft, her body was much

the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed

eyes were closed, and her

with the way her

Of course he wanted to hold her. After all, he was a man who had

gently called her

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

his face was hard

next second, their lips were locked in

eyes widened, shocked by the suddenness of

Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of his

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