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 of

Mark mingled, his attention discreetly remained

talk, but current company

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

was taking a

no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand

chuckle was low, his

direct response, he

the script

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

against Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed

slender, pale fingers, not for

handsome features complemented his formidable

one would dare challenge him or pressure him

room buzzed with

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

Her eyes lifted.

appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler

of a Fowler daughter

without hesitation, but Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help to her career… If her accepting the wine could

of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

offered a

Medina, I trust you’ll honor your

sip, a slender hand

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

touch a lady, and not just any, but a Fowler,

Nothing happened next. There was no slap,

a silent, intense

grasped at once that this was no

Cecilia’s, where an

a hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll

take the glass,

health, she knew he couldn’t afford even

down the

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

the initial instigator,

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

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

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

regaining his wits,

relief, though

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he

apparent usurpation

consumed several more glasses

Mark, aware of the history

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

quality, wouldn’t

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

though

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

inebriated woman beside him. Her black

profile was a blend of

face, Mark felt

he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her excessive

ties with Thomas, was she nursing

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

Mark steered towards

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

Cecilia’s face, he

black SUV pulled up at

stirred at the halt, her eyes fluttering open

are we?” she

noise punctuated the

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

its high beams

discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and

don’t I recall the place we once

was enveloped by

blend of her natural fragrance mingled with

dormant desire within

moment, Mark really wanted to

was able to restrain

it,” he whispered in

this apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly believed that she would

ahead, as though looking at

on her face, which quickly disappeared as she

point of remembering any of

again, and this time, her voice almost

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 completely inebriated yet and still had some energy to

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want

of chilly wind blew

said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go

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

Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s

its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded her

this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still a sweet couple who snuck out and dated in secret

the memories flashed before her eyes,

times where she felt completely wasted, but there were also times

denominator between those two states was the great

alcohol in her system could she dare

to roll down

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

enough to make Mark’s heart

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

here anymore, he still had someone clean it

carried Cecilia into the bedroom and

the bed was soft, her body

He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her long hair from her

were closed, and

with the way her chest rose

Of course he wanted to hold her. After all, he

he gently called her

by the sight of this large man

face

lips were locked

widened, shocked by

had her wrists pinned above her head, while

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