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 remained on

but current

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting

Mr. Evans might

was low, his

response, he addressed someone

the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this field intrigues me to make some

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

aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed

in the evening’s mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps as a social

features complemented

challenge him or pressure him into smoking or

buzzed with

her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall

Her eyes lifted.

tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler

a Fowler daughter

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

the expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass in

a poised

trust you’ll honor

prepared to sip, a slender hand

It was Mark.

gasp

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

There was no

a silent, intense exchange held between

grasped at once that this was

Cecilia’s, where an emotional

he asserted, “I’ll

he motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes

knew he couldn’t

gulped down the wine

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her

instigator, found his sobriety

not only toyed with the Fowler patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will

surged, mot over potential profit loss, but the realization

invest but 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 abundance of

his wits,

in relief, though cold

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly

apparent usurpation irked

a silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to

glance darted towards Mark, aware of

dissuade her, but he soon relented,

quality, wouldn’t

As

assistant, though

a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment,

black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a simplistic long dress, clutching

blend of sophistication

face, Mark felt its feverish

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

with Thomas, was she nursing

of anguish gripped Mark, but he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of this solitary moment, it

steered towards the house

Evans villa in her current state would only distress Edwin

he murmured,

black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

her eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar

we?” she

punctuated the

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

vehicle approached, its

eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her

the place we once lived?”

the closeness, Mark was

her

dormant desire within Mark quietly

Mark really wanted

he was able

forget about it,” he whispered

this apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly

down her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking

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

point of remembering any of it?” she muttered to

said it again, and this

got off the car, opened the door on her side,

“No! I won’t go!

want

gust of chilly wind blew

closer, his face almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go while

strong kick, he shut the

would fall, she

elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once

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

flashed before her eyes,

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

common denominator between those two states was the great discomfort

system could she dare

to roll down

she pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed like a

more than enough

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

here anymore,

carried Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay

the bed was soft,

almost unconscious body in the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed

were closed, and her breathing

with the way her chest

wanted to hold her. After all, he was a man

gently called

Cecilia opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of

on his face was hard

second, their lips were

eyes widened, shocked by the suddenness of it

even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of

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