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

talk, but current company

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a fancy to

is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not

his ease in

he addressed

script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this field intrigues

and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With

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

slender, pale fingers, not for smoking

complemented his

no one would dare challenge him or pressure him

buzzed

gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall guarantee funding

Her eyes lifted.

in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and

daughter entertaining the investor

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

a poised

trust you’ll honor

to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

collective gasp

audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just any, but

happened next. There was no slap, no rebuke

silent, intense

at once that this was no

where an emotional storm seemed to

tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink

take the glass,

Mark’s fragile health, she knew he couldn’t afford even

down

a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even

Medina, the initial instigator, found his

daughter but 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 fully

but the realization that

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 abundance of

regaining his wits,

exhaled in relief, though cold

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly

apparent usurpation irked

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

towards Mark, aware of the history he

sought to dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing

wine, of decent quality, wouldn’t

As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her

assistant, though hesitant,

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

Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in

a blend of sophistication and

Mark felt

distressed murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus

with Thomas, was she nursing

current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of this solitary moment, it felt

a spell of indecision, Mark steered

current state would only

caressing Cecilia’s face, he murmured, “We’re

black SUV

her eyes fluttering open to

we?” she inquired,

noise punctuated

the same for her, his voice a soft murmur,

vehicle approached, its high beams

evident as she reclined, her breathing

place

was enveloped by her

of her natural fragrance mingled with

dormant desire within Mark

moment, Mark really

able to restrain

forget about it,” he whispered

precious memories. He

down her hand and gazed ahead, as though

which

point of remembering any of it?”

this time, her

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

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

of chilly

touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go while

he shut the car door and headed

after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and clung to

its ascent, a glassy

familiar and pleasant smell 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

memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s

felt completely wasted, but there were also

between those two states was the

her system could she dare to bury her

to roll down her

she pressed her head on his shoulder even more,

this was more than enough to make Mark’s heart

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

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

carried Cecilia into the bedroom and

bed was soft, her

bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a

eyes were closed, and

the way her chest rose and

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

he gently called her

her eyes and was greeted by the sight of

his face was hard to

next second, their lips were locked

shocked by the

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

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