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

attention discreetly remained on

liaison had stirred ample talk, but current company seemed largely oblivious to their

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a fancy to

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

low, his ease

he

I’d relish an opportunity to discuss the script

room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside

of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing of his

cigarette between his slender,

handsome features complemented his formidable

one would dare challenge him

buzzed with

mostly quiet, found herself the focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass

Her eyes lifted.

wealthy patrons

Fowler daughter entertaining the

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 secure the investment, pride

the expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass in

a

trust you’ll

slender hand enveloped

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

a lady, and not just

was no slap,

silent, intense

onlookers grasped at once that this was no

Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed

asserted, “I’ll

as he motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes kicked

knew he couldn’t afford even a

gulped down

rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even

the initial instigator, found

Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will fully fund

the realization that he’d crossed Mark, a man

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

his wits, hastily

in relief, though cold sweat

in conversation, he effortlessly took control of

apparent usurpation

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

glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history he

her, but he soon

of decent quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

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

though hesitant,

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

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

a blend of sophistication and

Mark felt

her emotional turmoil was the

severed ties with Thomas, was she

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

of indecision, Mark steered towards the house on Gamous

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

he murmured,

elapsed before the black SUV pulled

her eyes fluttering open

we?”

noise punctuated

do the same for her, his

approached, its high beams

evident as she reclined, her breathing

place we once lived?”

closeness, Mark was enveloped by

was a unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled with floral

desire within

really wanted to

he was able to restrain

forget about it,” he

housed their most precious memories. He

down her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at something

face, which quickly disappeared as she let out a forlorn

any of

this time, her

couldn’t 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,

“No! I won’t go!

want to

of chilly

closer, his face almost touching hers, and said in

kick, he shut the car door and headed towards

left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around

ascent, a glassy look once again

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

flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to

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

states was the great discomfort she felt right

she had alcohol in her system could she dare to

roll down

pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed

than enough to make Mark’s heart

elevator doors opened. As they arrived at their apartment,

live here anymore, he still had someone clean it

bedroom and gently lay her on the

bed was soft, her body was much

He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a

were closed, and

with the way her chest rose

long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After all, he was a

he gently called her

sight of this large man whose

on his face was

their lips were

widened, shocked by the

point, Mark was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above

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