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

attention

past liaison had stirred ample talk, but current company

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

rest, it appeared Mark was taking a

no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not

was low, his ease

a direct response, he addressed

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

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

the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed

between his slender, pale fingers,

complemented

dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking or

room buzzed

found herself the focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass

Her eyes lifted.

appeasing wealthy patrons and

of a Fowler daughter

he used to be such a big help to her career… If her accepting the wine

expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass in

a

trust

slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled the

a lady,

happened next. There was no slap, no rebuke

silent, intense exchange

onlookers grasped at once that this was

gaze locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm

tone, he asserted, “I’ll

take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes

health, she knew he couldn’t afford even

gulped down the

hue

instigator, found his sobriety

slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He

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

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

regaining his wits, hastily

exhaled in relief, though cold sweat

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took control

apparent usurpation

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

assistant’s glance darted towards Mark, aware of the

her, but he soon

wine, of decent quality, wouldn’t induce

half a bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her assistant, “I’ll ensure she gets

though hesitant,

Cecilia was settled in the car, Peter made a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and instead

woman beside him. Her black

profile was a blend of sophistication

Mark felt its feverish

emotional turmoil was the

Thomas, was she nursing a

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

of indecision, Mark steered

the Evans villa in her current state would only distress Edwin and earn Zoey’s

face, he murmured, “We’re

minutes elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at

halt, her eyes fluttering

are we?”

noise punctuated the

same for her, his voice a soft murmur,

vehicle approached, its

as she reclined,

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

closeness, Mark was enveloped

was a unique blend of her natural fragrance

within

moment, Mark really

he was able to restrain

won’t forget about it,” he whispered in

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

hand and gazed ahead, as

broke on her face, which quickly disappeared

any

and this time, her

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

“No! I won’t go!

want to

chilly wind blew past

in a hoarse voice,

the car door and

no more strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s

its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded her

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

flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to

there were

denominator between those two states was the great discomfort she felt right

had alcohol in her system could she

roll down her

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

this was more than enough

opened. As they arrived at their apartment, he took

here anymore, he still had someone clean it

the bedroom and gently lay her

bed was soft, her body was much

leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside

and

was something adorable with the way her

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

he gently called

opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of this large

look on his face was hard to

next second, their lips were locked in a

widened, shocked by the suddenness of it

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

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