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.

been informed of Mark’s

his attention discreetly

ample talk, but current company seemed largely

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

the rest, it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to

Mr. Evans might not stand a chance

his ease in

a direct response, he

the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this field

room, and Mark took the opportunity to

Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist,

a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for

complemented his

no one would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking

buzzed with

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

Her eyes lifted.

caught in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the

prospect of a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

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, pride had

eyes of the crowd, Cecilia

a poised

trust you’ll honor your

a slender hand

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled

touch a lady, and

happened next. There was no slap, no rebuke from

silent, intense exchange held between

once that this was no

locked with Cecilia’s, where

a hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink

to take

fragile health, she knew he couldn’t

down

were a rosy hue post-drink,

the initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening

moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice

loss, but the realization that he’d crossed Mark, a man

Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising,

regaining his wits, hastily

relief, though cold sweat drenched

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took control of

apparent usurpation

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

darted towards Mark, aware of the

sought to dissuade her, but he soon

of decent quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her assistant, “I’ll ensure she gets home

assistant, though

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

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

blend of sophistication and

Mark felt its

her emotional turmoil

Thomas, was she nursing

reality

Mark steered towards the house on Gamous

the Evans villa in her current state would

Cecilia’s face, he murmured, “We’re

minutes elapsed before the black SUV

at the halt, her eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar

are we?”

noise punctuated

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

its

she reclined, her breathing shallow and visibly

recall the place we once

was

her natural fragrance mingled

dormant desire within

this moment, Mark really wanted to

able to restrain

won’t forget about it,” he whispered in her

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

put down her hand and gazed ahead, as though

which quickly disappeared as she let

the point of remembering any

this time, her voice

He got off 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

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to go

gust of chilly wind blew

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

strong kick, he shut the car

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

elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once again

it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still a

before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began

times where she felt completely wasted, but there were

between those two states was the great discomfort she felt

when she had alcohol in her system could she dare

roll

murmured. Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling

enough to

they arrived at their apartment,

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

the bedroom and

was soft,

unconscious body in 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 her breathing was

the way her

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

he gently called her

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

his face was

were locked in

by

at this point, Mark was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her

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