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.

hadn’t been informed of Mark’s

Mark mingled, his attention

liaison had stirred ample talk, but

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

was taking a fancy to

ordinary woman. Mr. Evans

his ease in such

direct response, he addressed

relish an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately,

adjacent to Cecilia became available as the person stood up to make room, and Mark took the

against Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her

cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but

features complemented

dare challenge him or

room buzzed

tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall

Her eyes lifted.

caught in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name, was

a Fowler daughter

and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help to

of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass in

offered a poised

Medina, I trust you’ll honor

a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled the

a lady, and not just any, but a Fowler, was

happened next. There was no slap, no

silent, intense exchange held between

grasped at once that this was no ordinary

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

hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink

as he motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes

fragile health, she knew he couldn’t afford

down the wine

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her

initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening

only toyed with the Fowler patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will

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

smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no

his wits,

exhaled in relief, though

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took

apparent usurpation irked

a silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine, her

assistant’s glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history he

her, but he soon relented, allowing

decent quality, wouldn’t induce

end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her

assistant, though

car, Peter made a move to accompany them but

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

profile was a blend of sophistication and

Mark

surmised her emotional turmoil was the

severed ties with Thomas, was

he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of this solitary moment, it

steered

state would only distress

he murmured, “We’re heading

elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at the

stirred at the halt, her

we?”

noise punctuated the

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

vehicle approached, its

eyes, discomfort evident as she

the place

closeness, Mark was enveloped by her

a unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled with

within Mark quietly

really wanted to hug

he was able to restrain

about it,” he

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

ahead, as though looking at something

broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as she

point of remembering any of it?” she muttered to

said it again, and this time,

on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

chilly wind blew past

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

the car door and

would fall, she

elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded

familiar and pleasant smell wafted up her nose. They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just

the memories flashed before her

wasted, but there were also times she felt like she

states was the great discomfort she felt

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

to roll

shoulder

than enough to

As they arrived at their apartment, he took

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

bedroom and gently lay her

the bed was soft, her body

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

eyes were closed, and her breathing was

the way her chest

he wanted to

gently called her

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

look on his face was

their lips were locked in a

widened, shocked by the suddenness of it

she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of

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