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

his attention discreetly

stirred ample talk, but

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

appeared Mark was taking a fancy to

no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a chance this

his ease in

a direct response, he addressed someone near

an opportunity to discuss the script with

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

of her waist, though

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

features complemented his

would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking

room buzzed with

found herself the focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall guarantee funding

Her eyes lifted.

in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons

of a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor

declined without hesitation, but Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help to her

eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose,

offered a

I trust

prepared to sip, a slender hand

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

were taken aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a

There was no

silent, intense

grasped at once that this

locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed to

a hushed tone, he asserted,

take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes kicked

knew

gulped down

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her

Medina, the initial instigator, found his

Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will fully fund this

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

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

his

in relief, though cold sweat drenched

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took

usurpation

silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of

glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history he

Mark sought to dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing

decent quality, wouldn’t

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

assistant, though hesitant,

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

rested on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and

a blend of

face, Mark felt its

her emotional turmoil was the impetus

ties with Thomas, was she nursing a

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

of indecision, Mark steered towards

her current state would only distress Edwin and earn Zoey’s

Cecilia’s face, he

minutes elapsed before the black SUV

the halt, her eyes fluttering open

we?”

punctuated

the same for her, his voice a soft murmur, “It’s the place we once

its high

discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and visibly

recall the place we once

closeness, Mark was enveloped by her

her natural fragrance mingled with

within Mark quietly

moment, Mark really wanted to hug

he was able

won’t forget about it,” he

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

and gazed ahead, as though looking at something

smile broke on her face, which

any of it?” she muttered

it again, and this time, her

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

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want

chilly wind blew

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

with a strong kick, he shut the car door and headed

she wrapped her arms around

ascent, a

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

flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to

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

states was the

alcohol in her system could she dare to bury

roll

pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as

more than enough to

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

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

the bedroom and gently lay her

soft, her

in the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed

closed, and her

the way her chest rose

he wanted to

gently

the sight of

face was hard to

were locked

widened, shocked by the suddenness of it

was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had

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