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

attention discreetly

stirred ample talk, but

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

the rest, it appeared Mark was taking a fancy

Evans might

low, his ease in such

he

my prospects, I’d relish an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this field intrigues me to make some

stood up to make room, and Mark took the

Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing of his internal

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

features complemented

dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking or

buzzed with

focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of

Her eyes lifted.

tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name,

daughter

meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help to her career… If her accepting

expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia

a poised

I trust you’ll honor your

slender hand enveloped hers,

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled

audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just any, but a Fowler,

Nothing happened next. There was no slap,

a silent, intense exchange held between

grasped at once that this was no

locked with Cecilia’s, where an

tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink it

motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes kicked

she knew he couldn’t afford

gulped down the wine

hue post-drink, rendering her

instigator,

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

over potential profit loss, but the realization that he’d crossed

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

his wits, hastily

in relief, though cold sweat drenched

engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took

apparent usurpation irked

consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to intervene proving

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 depart, Mark assured her

assistant, though

move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy

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

a blend of

face, Mark felt its feverish

murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil

with Thomas, was

reality as a divorced pair. Despite the

spell of indecision, Mark steered

her current state would only distress Edwin and earn

Cecilia’s face, he murmured,

elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

halt, her

we?”

noise punctuated

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

vehicle approached, its high beams

her eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow

place we

the closeness, Mark was enveloped by

of her natural fragrance

desire within Mark

really wanted to hug

able to restrain

it,” he

precious memories. He truly believed that she would never

her hand and gazed ahead, as

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

any of it?” she muttered

said it again, and this time,

but feel saddened whenever he saw that pitiful look on her face. 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 had some

“No! I won’t go!

want to

gust of chilly wind

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

he shut the car door and headed

had no more strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her

a glassy look once

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, Cecilia’s eyes began

she felt completely wasted, but there were

those two states was the great discomfort

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

roll down

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

more than enough to

apartment, he took out the key and opened

Although Mark didn’t live here anymore, he still

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her on the

the bed was soft, her body was

want to leave yet. He bent over the bed

were closed, and

with the

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

he gently called

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

look on his face was hard to

second, their lips were locked in a

eyes widened, shocked by the suddenness of it

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

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