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

his attention discreetly remained

past liaison had stirred ample talk, but current company seemed largely oblivious to

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia,

Mr. Evans might not

chuckle was low, his ease in

response, he addressed

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

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

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

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

features complemented his formidable

one would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking or

room buzzed with

glass of wine, slurring, “A

Her eyes lifted.

wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name,

of a Fowler daughter

her, and he used to be such a big help to her career… If

the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

offered a poised

I trust you’ll

slender hand enveloped hers,

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled the

aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and

Nothing happened next. There was no slap, no rebuke from

a silent, intense

that this

Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed

he asserted,

motioned to take

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

gulped down

hue post-drink,

Medina, the initial instigator,

had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted

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

advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time. Aim for the next

regaining his wits, hastily

relief, though cold sweat drenched his

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took

apparent usurpation

glasses of

aware of the history

but

quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

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

though

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

him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a simplistic

profile was a blend of sophistication and

face, Mark felt its

he surmised her emotional turmoil was

ties with Thomas, was

but he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of this solitary moment, it

steered towards the

her current state would only distress Edwin and earn Zoey’s

face, he murmured, “We’re heading

before the black SUV pulled up

her eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar

we?” she inquired,

noise punctuated the

the same for her, his voice a soft murmur,

its

her eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and visibly

recall the place we once

Mark was enveloped by her

her natural

desire within Mark quietly

moment, Mark really

able

about it,” he whispered

precious memories. He truly believed that she

ahead, as though

broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as she

point of remembering any of

it again, and this

off the car, opened the door on her side,

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to go

of chilly wind blew past

closer, his face almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice,

strong kick, he shut the car door and headed

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

elevator made 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 a sweet couple who snuck out and dated in

flashed before her

felt completely wasted, but there were also times she felt like she was

common denominator between those two states was the great

system could she dare to bury her face

to roll down

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

this was more than enough to make Mark’s

doors opened. As they arrived at their apartment,

same. Although Mark didn’t live here anymore, he still had someone clean it once in

Cecilia into the bedroom and

was soft, her body was

over the

eyes were closed, and her

adorable with the way her chest rose

he wanted to hold her.

he gently

sight of this large man whose eyes were burning with

look on his face was hard to

next second, their lips were

shocked by the

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

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