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 of

attention discreetly remained on

had stirred ample talk, but current company

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

it appeared Mark was taking a fancy

is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans

his ease in

he

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

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

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

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

complemented

no one would dare challenge him or

room buzzed

offered her a glass

Her eyes lifted.

in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons

a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

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

of the crowd, Cecilia rose,

a

trust you’ll honor your

a slender

It was Mark.

collective gasp

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

was no

silent, intense exchange

at once that this

gaze locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm

hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink it

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

knew he

down the

rosy hue

initial instigator,

only toyed with the Fowler patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared,

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

the terrain, Roger observed Mark’s Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina,

his

exhaled in relief, though cold sweat drenched his

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he

usurpation irked

more glasses

darted towards Mark, aware of

Mark sought to dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing her to

of decent quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her assistant, “I’ll ensure she gets

assistant, though

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

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

was a blend of sophistication and

Mark felt

murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her

with Thomas, was

himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair.

a spell of indecision, Mark steered towards the

the Evans villa in her current state

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

SUV pulled

stirred at the halt, her eyes fluttering open

we?” she

punctuated

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

its high beams

shielded her eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her

recall the place we once

Mark was

blend of her natural fragrance mingled with floral

desire within

this moment, Mark really wanted to

able to restrain

it,” he whispered in her

precious memories. He truly believed that she would never

gazed ahead, as though looking at something

face, which quickly disappeared as she let out

the point of remembering any of it?” she

said it again, and this time, her voice

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

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

chilly

hers, and said in a

kick, he shut the car door

would fall, she wrapped her arms

elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded

had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just

flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes

wasted, but there were also

states was the great discomfort she felt

when she had alcohol in her system could she dare to bury

roll down

Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder even more,

was more than enough to make

their apartment, he took out

live here anymore, he still had someone clean it once

bedroom and gently

was soft, her

leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a

closed, and her

was something adorable with the way her

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

gently called her

was greeted by the sight of this large

on his face was hard to

next second, their lips were locked

widened, shocked by

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

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