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.

hadn’t been informed

mingled, his attention discreetly

past liaison had stirred ample talk, but current company

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

Mark was taking

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

his

he addressed

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

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

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

in the evening’s mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but

features complemented his formidable

him or pressure him into

buzzed with

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

Her eyes lifted.

the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons

of a Fowler daughter entertaining the

validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help to her

the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

a

trust

to sip, a slender hand enveloped

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just any, but

happened next. There was no slap,

a silent, intense exchange

onlookers grasped at once that this was

Cecilia’s, where

tone, he asserted, “I’ll

to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes kicked

she knew

down the

cheeks were a rosy hue

initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening

had also 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

loss, but the realization that he’d crossed Mark, a man

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

his wits,

exhaled in relief, though cold

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he

apparent usurpation

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

towards Mark, aware of the

her, but

decent quality, wouldn’t

in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her assistant, “I’ll ensure she gets

though

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

black hair cascaded freely, and she

profile was a blend of sophistication

her face, Mark felt its

he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her

Thomas, was

their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite

of indecision, Mark steered towards the

the Evans villa in her current state would

Cecilia’s face, he murmured, “We’re

before the black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

at the halt, her eyes fluttering

we?”

punctuated

released his seat belt, leaning across to do the same for her, his

approached, its high

evident as she reclined,

the place we once

was enveloped

of her natural fragrance mingled

desire within

moment, Mark really wanted to

he was able to

about it,”

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

hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at

smile broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as she let out a

the point of remembering any of it?”

and this time, her voice

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

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to go

chilly wind blew past

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

shut the car door and headed towards the

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

the elevator made its ascent, a

wafted up her nose. They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still a sweet

before her eyes, Cecilia’s

but there were also times she felt like she was

denominator between those two states was the great discomfort she felt

system could she dare to bury her

began to roll

Mark,” she murmured. Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder even

than enough

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

same. Although Mark didn’t live here anymore,

bedroom and

soft, her body was

her almost unconscious body in the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of

eyes were closed, and her

with the way her chest rose

wanted to hold her. After all, he was

gently called her

was greeted by the sight of this large man whose eyes were burning

his face was

second, their lips were locked in a gentle

by the suddenness of it

Mark was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of his body pressed her

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