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 Mark’s

Mark mingled, his attention discreetly remained on

stirred ample talk, but

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

Mark was taking

Fowler is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not

low, his ease in

response, he addressed someone

I’d relish an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this field intrigues me

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, the proximity was

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

slender, pale fingers, not for

features complemented his

him or pressure him into smoking or

buzzed

the focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall guarantee funding for

Her eyes lifted.

between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name, was

daughter entertaining the investor

would have declined 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 secure the investment, pride had no

the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

a poised

trust you’ll honor

to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

were taken aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a

Nothing happened next. There was no

a silent, intense exchange held between

that this was no

gaze locked with Cecilia’s, where an

hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink

motioned to take the

she knew

gulped down the wine

a rosy hue post-drink,

instigator, found his sobriety hastening

moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared,

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

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 me this time. Aim for the next project. Simon has an

his wits,

exhaled in relief, though

engaged Roger in conversation, he

apparent usurpation irked

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

towards Mark, aware of the history he

but he soon relented, allowing

quality, wouldn’t

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

assistant, though

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

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

blend of

Mark felt its

Cecilia’s distressed murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the

with Thomas, was she nursing

reality as a divorced pair.

indecision, Mark steered towards the house on Gamous

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

Cecilia’s face, he murmured, “We’re

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

halt, her

are we?” she inquired,

noise punctuated the

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

vehicle approached, its high

discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow

don’t I recall the place we

was enveloped

unique blend of her natural

dormant desire within Mark

really wanted

able to

won’t forget about it,” he

most precious memories. He truly believed that she would

put down her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking

while, a smile broke on her face, which quickly disappeared

remembering any of it?” she muttered to

said it again, and this

on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on

“No! I won’t go!

want

of chilly wind

in

strong kick, he shut the car door and headed

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

ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded her

seemed like it was just yesterday when they were

the memories flashed before her eyes,

wasted, but there were also times she felt like she

between those two states was the great discomfort she felt

could she dare to bury her face

began to roll down her

head on his shoulder even more,

this was more than enough to

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

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

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay

bed was soft, her body was much

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 her

were closed, and her breathing was

the way her chest rose and

her for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her.

gently called her

her eyes and was greeted by the sight of this large man whose eyes

on his face was hard

next second, their lips were locked in a

by the suddenness of

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

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