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

his attention discreetly remained on

but current company seemed largely

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

rest, it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to

woman. Mr. Evans might not

his ease in such

he addressed someone

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

seat adjacent to Cecilia became available as the person stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit

was pressed against Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his

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

complemented his formidable

dare challenge him or pressure him into

buzzed

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

Her eyes lifted.

between appeasing wealthy patrons

daughter entertaining the investor was

meant something 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,

offered a poised

I trust you’ll honor your

sip, a slender hand

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled

a lady, and not just any,

next. There was no slap,

a silent, intense exchange

at once that

gaze locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm

asserted, “I’ll drink

as he motioned to take

she knew he couldn’t

down the

cheeks were a rosy hue post-drink,

instigator, found his sobriety hastening

with the Fowler patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to

mot over potential profit loss, but the realization that he’d crossed Mark, a man

the terrain, Roger observed Mark’s Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need

regaining his

though

he effortlessly

usurpation irked

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

Mark, aware of the history he shared

to dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing her

of decent quality,

the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured

assistant, though

settled in the car, Peter made a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of

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

profile was a blend

her face, Mark

surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her

with Thomas, was she nursing a

Mark, but he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a

indecision, Mark steered

the Evans villa in her current state would only

Cecilia’s face, he murmured, “We’re

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

her eyes

we?” she

punctuated the

for her, his voice a soft murmur,

its high beams

discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and

place we once lived?”

closeness, Mark was enveloped by her

a unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled with

dormant desire within

really

was able to

won’t forget about it,”

all, this apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly believed that

hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at something

face, which quickly

the point of remembering any of it?” she muttered to

and this time, her voice

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,

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to

gust of chilly wind blew past

said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go while looking like

he shut the car door and

left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and clung

elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once again

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

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

felt completely wasted, but there were also times she

two states was the great discomfort

could she dare to bury her

to roll down her

head on his shoulder even more, feeling

was more than enough

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

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

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her on

was soft,

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

were closed, and her breathing was

adorable with the way her chest

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

gently

the sight of this large

on his face

next second, their lips were

shocked by the suddenness of it

Mark was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had

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