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

Mark mingled, his attention discreetly

past liaison had stirred ample talk, but current

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to

woman. Mr. Evans

chuckle was low, his ease in

direct response, he addressed

opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this

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

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

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

handsome features complemented

would dare challenge him or pressure

buzzed

glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler

Her eyes lifted.

in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons

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

expectant eyes of the

a poised

Medina, I trust

prepared to sip, a slender

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

a

was no slap,

a silent, intense exchange held

once that

gaze locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm

a hushed tone, he asserted,

as he motioned to take the glass,

she knew

down

cheeks were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even more

Medina, the initial instigator, found

gravity of the moment, he was about to say something,

but the realization that he’d

wary 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

regaining his wits, hastily

relief, though cold

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took

usurpation

glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to intervene proving

towards Mark, aware

dissuade her, but

decent quality,

to impair her senses. As they

assistant, though hesitant,

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

inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a simplistic long dress,

profile was a blend of sophistication

Mark felt its feverish

distressed murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus

ties with Thomas, was she nursing a

their current reality as a divorced pair.

Mark steered towards the house on Gamous

in her current state would only

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

black SUV pulled up at the

at the halt, her eyes fluttering

are we?” she

noise punctuated

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

approached, its high beams

shielded her eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing

the place we once lived?”

closeness, Mark was enveloped

unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled with floral

desire within Mark quietly

really wanted to

able

it,” he whispered

memories. He truly believed that she would

gazed ahead, as though looking

on her face, which quickly disappeared as she let out a

remembering any of it?” she muttered

and this time,

couldn’t help but feel saddened whenever he saw that pitiful look on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want

of chilly wind blew past

touching hers, and said in

the car door and headed towards the

she would fall, she wrapped her

elevator made its ascent, a

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 secret every

her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to

there were also times

two states was the great discomfort she felt right

alcohol in her system could she dare to bury her face in

to roll

Mark,” she murmured. Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed

this was more than enough to make

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

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

carried Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her on the

was soft, her

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

were closed, and

adorable with the way

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

gently

the sight of this

look on his face was hard

were locked in a

shocked by

point, Mark was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists

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