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

his attention discreetly remained

past liaison had stirred ample talk, but

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

it appeared Mark was taking a fancy

Evans

was low, his ease

he addressed someone

an opportunity to discuss the script

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

aware of the softness of

slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps

complemented his formidable

challenge him or pressure

buzzed with

glass of wine, slurring, “A

Her eyes lifted.

between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name,

of a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

be such a big help to her career… If her accepting the wine could secure the investment,

expectant eyes of the crowd,

a poised

I trust you’ll honor

she prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers,

It was Mark.

gasp

taken aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just any, but a

Nothing happened next. There was no slap, no

intense

onlookers grasped at once that this was no

locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed

a hushed tone, he asserted,

motioned to take the

she knew he couldn’t

gulped down the wine

were a rosy hue post-drink,

initial instigator, found

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 play

loss, but the realization that he’d

but wary of the 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

regaining his wits, hastily

exhaled in relief, though cold sweat

he effortlessly took control of the

usurpation

glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to intervene

Mark, aware of the history he

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

wine, of decent quality, wouldn’t induce

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

assistant, 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 closed the car

gaze rested on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned

a blend of sophistication and

Mark felt its

her emotional turmoil was the impetus

with Thomas, was she

himself, recognizing their current reality as a

of indecision, Mark steered towards the house

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

face, he

black SUV pulled up

stirred at the halt, her eyes fluttering

are we?” she inquired,

punctuated

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

approached, its high beams

she reclined, her breathing shallow

I recall the place we

the closeness, Mark was enveloped by her

blend of her natural fragrance mingled with

dormant desire within Mark quietly

this moment, Mark really wanted to

was able

it,”

precious memories. He truly believed that she would never forget

put down her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking

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

of remembering any of it?”

said it again, and this

He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to go

of chilly wind blew past

almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go

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

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

elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded

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

memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began

where she felt completely wasted, but there were also times she felt

was the great discomfort she felt right

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

began to roll down

shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed like

was more than enough

apartment, he took out the key

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

and gently lay her

the bed was soft, her body was

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

closed, and

with the way her chest rose

her for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold

gently

sight of this large

look on his face was hard

their lips were locked

widened, shocked by

point, Mark was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of his body pressed her down,

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