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.

informed of Mark’s

mingled, his attention discreetly remained

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

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a fancy

ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a

was low, his

he

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

the person stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With

against Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist,

between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps

features complemented his

no one would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking

buzzed with

when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from

Her eyes lifted.

the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting

of a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

hesitation, but Simon’s faith and validation 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,

eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose,

offered a poised

I trust you’ll honor

slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

gasp

were taken aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just any,

There was

a silent, intense exchange held

grasped at once that this was no

where an emotional storm seemed

a hushed tone, he asserted,

take the

she knew he couldn’t afford even a

gulped down the wine

hue post-drink, rendering her

the initial instigator, found his

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

mot over potential profit loss, but the realization that he’d crossed Mark, a man

observed Mark’s Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to

his wits,

relief, though cold sweat

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly

usurpation irked

several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to intervene

towards Mark, aware

but he

wine, of decent quality, wouldn’t induce

senses. As they prepared to

assistant, though hesitant,

to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing

slowly, Mark’s gaze rested on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a simplistic long

was a blend of sophistication

Mark felt

Cecilia’s distressed murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her excessive

Thomas, was she

their current reality as a

a spell of indecision, Mark steered towards the house

villa in her current state would only

he murmured, “We’re

before the black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

the halt, her eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar

we?” she inquired,

punctuated

his seat belt, leaning across to do the same for her,

approached, its

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

don’t I recall the place we once lived?” she

was enveloped

a unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled

desire within Mark quietly

really wanted to hug

was able to

won’t forget about it,” he

housed their most precious memories.

hand and gazed ahead, as though looking

a smile broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as she

any of it?” she muttered to

said it again, and this

got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick

“No! I won’t go!

want to

chilly wind

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

with a strong kick, he shut the car door and headed towards

would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and

made its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded

and pleasant smell wafted up her nose. They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was

the memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to

where she felt completely wasted, but there were also times

those two states was the great discomfort

in her system could she dare to bury

to roll

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

was more than enough to make Mark’s

elevator doors opened. As they arrived at their apartment,

Although Mark didn’t live here anymore, he still had someone

and gently lay her on the

bed was soft, her

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

closed, and

something adorable with the way

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

he gently

and was greeted by the sight

face was hard

next second, their lips were locked

widened, shocked by the suddenness of

had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight

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