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

but current company seemed largely

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a

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

his ease in such scenarios

he

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

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

aware of the softness of her

between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps

features complemented his

dare challenge him or pressure him

room buzzed

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

Her eyes lifted.

appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler

a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor

to her, and he used to be such a big

expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia

offered a poised

I trust you’ll honor your

sip, a slender hand

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled the

taken aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and not

There was no slap,

intense

at once that

where an emotional storm seemed

a hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink

as he motioned to take the

she knew he couldn’t afford even

gulped down the

hue

Medina, the initial instigator, found

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

realization that he’d

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

his wits, hastily

though cold sweat

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took control

usurpation irked

protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine,

towards Mark, aware of the history he

to dissuade her, but he soon

of decent quality, wouldn’t induce

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

though

a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and instead

the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned

profile was a blend of sophistication

Mark felt its feverish

murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her excessive

ties with Thomas, was she nursing

current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of this

spell of indecision, Mark steered towards the

in her current state would only distress Edwin and earn

Cecilia’s face, he

elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at the

halt, her

are we?”

punctuated the

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

its high

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

recall the place we

was

of her natural fragrance mingled with

desire within Mark

moment, Mark really wanted

able to

forget about it,” he whispered in her

memories. He truly

down her hand and gazed ahead,

on her face, which quickly disappeared as she let

of remembering any of it?” she muttered to

this

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 still had some energy

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

chilly wind blew past

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

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

she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and

its ascent, a

elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was

memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes

times where she felt completely wasted, but there were also

two states was the great discomfort

had alcohol in her system could she dare

to roll down

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

was more than enough

at their apartment, he took out the

here anymore, he still

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her on the

bed was soft, her body

yet. He bent over

were closed, and her breathing was

the way her chest rose

Of course he wanted to

gently called her

the sight

look on his face was

were locked in

eyes widened, shocked by

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

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