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

stirred ample talk, but

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

rest, it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting playful

woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a

chuckle was low, his ease in such scenarios

a direct response, he addressed someone

opportunity to discuss the script with

and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people squeezing into ten

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

a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps as a social

features complemented

him or pressure him into smoking or

room buzzed with

quiet, found herself the focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from

Her eyes lifted.

appeasing wealthy patrons and

daughter entertaining

declined without hesitation, but Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be

expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose,

offered a

Medina, I trust you’ll honor your

to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers,

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled

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

There was

a silent, intense exchange

once that this was no ordinary

gaze locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed to

asserted, “I’ll

motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes kicked

fragile health, she knew he couldn’t afford

gulped down the

rosy hue post-drink, rendering her

Medina, the initial instigator,

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

realization that he’d crossed

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

regaining his wits,

though cold sweat drenched

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took control

apparent usurpation irked

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

glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history

to dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing

decent quality,

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

assistant, though hesitant,

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

Mark’s gaze rested on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and

profile was a blend of

her face, Mark

emotional turmoil was the impetus

Thomas,

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

of indecision, Mark steered towards the house

current state would only

face, he murmured, “We’re heading

before the black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

the halt, her eyes fluttering open to

we?” she inquired,

punctuated

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

vehicle approached, its

as she

don’t I recall the place we once

closeness, Mark was enveloped by

was a unique blend of her

within

this moment, Mark really wanted

able to

won’t forget about it,” he whispered

memories.

gazed ahead,

on her face, which quickly disappeared as she let out

remembering any of

it again, and this

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, she wasn’t completely inebriated yet and still had some

“No! I won’t go!

want

chilly wind blew

in a hoarse voice, “Where

he shut the

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

made its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded

seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still a sweet couple who snuck out and dated in secret every

memories flashed before her

but there were

between those two states was

alcohol in her system could she dare to

began to roll

Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder

this was more than enough to make

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

inside had remained the same. Although Mark didn’t live here anymore,

into the bedroom and gently lay her

the bed was soft,

leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her long

were closed, and her breathing was

with the way her chest

he wanted to hold her. After all, he was a

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

eyes widened, shocked by the suddenness

resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of his

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