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

mingled, his attention

past liaison had stirred ample talk, but

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a

Fowler is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a

chuckle was low, his ease in

direct response, he addressed

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

took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people

was pressed against Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression

his slender, pale fingers, not for

features complemented his formidable

one would dare challenge him or pressure him

buzzed with

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

Her eyes lifted.

between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting

daughter entertaining the investor was

he used to be such a big help to

the crowd,

a

Medina, I trust you’ll

a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled the

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

was

silent, intense exchange held between

that this

where an emotional

hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll

as he motioned to take the

knew he

down the wine

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even more

initial instigator, found his

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

loss, but the realization that he’d crossed

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

his wits,

though

in conversation, he effortlessly took control of

usurpation irked

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

towards Mark, aware of

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

of decent quality,

consumed half a bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared

though

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

black hair cascaded freely, and she

a blend of sophistication and

Mark felt

her emotional

ties with Thomas, was

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

indecision, Mark steered

to the Evans villa in her current state would only distress Edwin

Cecilia’s face, he

before the black SUV pulled up at

halt, her eyes

are we?” she

noise punctuated the

the same for her, his voice a

approached, its high beams

shielded her eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and visibly

recall the place

was

a unique blend of her

within

really wanted to hug

he was able to restrain

about it,”

this apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly believed that

down her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at something far

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

point of remembering any of it?”

and this

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 go

of chilly wind blew

almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice,

a strong kick, he shut the car

strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped

its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded

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

memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began

felt completely wasted, but there were also times she felt

common denominator between those two states was the great

her system could she dare to bury

to roll

head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed

more than enough to

at their apartment, he took

same. Although Mark didn’t live here anymore, he still had someone clean it once in

the bedroom and gently lay her

the bed was soft, her body was

didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her

closed, and her breathing was

with the

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

gently called her

greeted by the sight

look on his face was hard to

next second, their lips were locked in

by

could even resist, he already had her wrists

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