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 Mark’s

Mark mingled, his attention discreetly remained on

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

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

Mark was taking a fancy

no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a chance this

chuckle was low, his ease in such scenarios

response, he addressed someone

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

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

aware of the softness of her waist, though

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

handsome features complemented his formidable

one would dare challenge him or pressure him into

room buzzed

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

Her eyes lifted.

between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name,

Fowler daughter

her, and he used to be such a big help to

the expectant eyes of the crowd,

a

Medina, I trust

sip, a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying the

It was Mark.

collective gasp

Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just any, but a Fowler, was

There was no slap,

silent, intense exchange

at once that this

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

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

as he motioned to take the glass,

Mark’s fragile health, she knew he

gulped down

were a rosy hue

the initial instigator, found his

of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice

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

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 abundance of

regaining his wits, hastily

in relief, though cold

he effortlessly took control

apparent usurpation

several more glasses of

darted towards Mark, aware of the history

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

decent quality, wouldn’t

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

assistant, though

them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy

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

was a blend of sophistication

face, Mark

he surmised her emotional turmoil

Thomas, was she nursing a

current reality as a divorced

of indecision, Mark steered towards the house on Gamous

to the Evans villa in her current state would only

Cecilia’s face, he

the black SUV pulled up at the

stirred at the halt, her

we?” she

noise punctuated

his seat belt, leaning across to do the same for her, his voice a soft murmur, “It’s the

its high

shielded her eyes, discomfort evident as she

recall the place we once

was

her natural fragrance mingled with

desire within Mark

this moment, Mark really wanted to

able

forget about it,” he whispered

all, this apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly believed that she would

down her hand and gazed ahead, as

face, which

of remembering any of it?” she muttered to

this time, her

off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At this point, she wasn’t completely inebriated

“No! I won’t go!

want to

of chilly wind

almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse

he shut the car door and headed towards

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

made its ascent, a

in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when

her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to

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

those two states was the great

had alcohol in her system could she dare to

began to roll down

she pressed her head on his shoulder even more,

than enough to make Mark’s

As they arrived at their apartment, he

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

and

was soft, her body was

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

closed, and her breathing

with the way her chest

a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After all,

gently

was greeted by the sight of this large man whose eyes were burning

face was hard

their lips were locked

shocked by the

she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of his body pressed her down,

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