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

mingled, his attention discreetly

but current company seemed largely oblivious to their

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

rest, it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting playful

no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand

low, his

direct response, he addressed

opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately,

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

softness of her waist, though his expression

in the evening’s mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers,

features complemented his formidable

one would dare challenge him or

buzzed

glass of wine,

Her eyes lifted.

between appeasing wealthy

Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

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

of the crowd, Cecilia

a

I trust

prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled the

audacity to casually touch a lady, and

There was

silent, intense

that this

Cecilia’s, where an emotional

he asserted, “I’ll drink

to take the glass, Cecilia’s

fragile health, she knew he

gulped down

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering

Medina, the initial instigator, found his

the moment, he was about to say something,

anxiety surged, mot over potential profit loss, but the realization that he’d crossed Mark, a man renowned for his

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

regaining his

though cold sweat drenched his

in conversation, he effortlessly

apparent usurpation irked

several more glasses of wine, her

glance darted towards Mark, aware of the

her, but he

decent quality, wouldn’t

a bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to

though

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

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

was a blend of sophistication and

her face, Mark felt its feverish

her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind

severed ties with Thomas,

current reality

of indecision, Mark steered towards the

in her current state would only distress Edwin and earn

face, he murmured, “We’re heading

the black SUV pulled up at the

at the halt, her eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar

are we?”

punctuated

for her, his voice a soft murmur,

its high

as she

the place we

was enveloped by her

her natural fragrance mingled

dormant desire within

moment, Mark really

was able to restrain

won’t forget about it,” he

housed their most precious memories. He truly

hand and gazed ahead, as though looking

on her face, which

of remembering any

this time, her voice almost

the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At this

“No! I won’t go!

want to

of chilly

almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where

with a strong kick, he shut the car door

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

the elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded

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

before her eyes,

there were also times she felt like she

denominator between those two states was the great

when she had alcohol in her system could she dare to bury

began to roll down her

her head on his shoulder

than enough to make

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

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

carried Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her on

the bed was soft, her body was much

He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her long

and her breathing

the way her chest

wanted to hold her. After all,

he gently called

eyes and was greeted by the sight of this large

on his face was hard

next second, their lips were

eyes widened, shocked by the

point, 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

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