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

mingled, his attention

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

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

appeared Mark was taking

Evans might not stand

chuckle was low, his ease in such scenarios

direct response, he addressed someone

relish an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss

Cecilia became available as the person stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people squeezing

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

held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for

complemented his formidable

him

room buzzed with

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

Her eyes lifted.

appeasing wealthy patrons and

prospect of a Fowler daughter entertaining

he used to be such a big help to her career… If her accepting the wine could secure the investment, pride had

the

offered a

Medina, I trust you’ll honor

slender

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled

casually touch a lady, and not just any,

Nothing happened next. There was no slap, no rebuke

silent, intense exchange

that this was no

locked with Cecilia’s, where an

asserted, “I’ll drink it for

to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes kicked

health, she knew he couldn’t afford even a

gulped down the

hue post-drink, rendering her

Medina, the initial instigator, found

patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark

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

Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time. Aim for the

regaining his

relief, though cold sweat drenched his

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took control of

apparent usurpation

a silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine,

darted towards Mark, aware of the history he shared

her, but he soon relented, allowing

of decent quality, wouldn’t

bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured

though hesitant,

in the car, Peter made a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing

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

was a blend

Mark

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

Thomas, was

current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of this

a spell of indecision, Mark steered

to the Evans villa in her current state would only distress Edwin and earn

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

elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at the

her eyes fluttering open to

are we?” she inquired,

punctuated the

leaning across to do the same for her, his

its high

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

I recall the place

the closeness, Mark was enveloped by

was a unique blend of her natural fragrance

dormant desire within

moment, Mark really wanted to hug

was able

about it,”

this apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly believed that she would never

and gazed ahead, as though looking

her face, which

point of remembering any of it?” she muttered

this time,

saw that pitiful look on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

chilly wind

touching hers, and said in

kick, he shut the car door and headed towards

that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s

ascent, a glassy look

it seemed

before her eyes, Cecilia’s

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

two states was the great discomfort she

alcohol in her system could she dare to bury her

to roll down

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

this was more than enough

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

Mark didn’t live here anymore, he still

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently

bed was soft, her body was

her almost unconscious body in the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a

closed, and her breathing was

with the way her

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

he gently called

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

on his face was hard to

second, their lips were locked in a gentle

widened, shocked by the suddenness

on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the

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