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

attention discreetly remained

talk, but current company seemed largely oblivious

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

the rest, it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia,

Fowler is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not

was low, his ease in such scenarios

response, he addressed someone near

my prospects, I’d relish an opportunity to discuss the script

person stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people

of her waist, though his expression revealed

held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking

features complemented

him or pressure him into smoking or

room buzzed

gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring,

Her eyes lifted.

tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name,

of a Fowler daughter

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

expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

a poised

Medina, I trust you’ll honor your

a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying the

It was Mark.

gasp

aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and not

There was no

silent, intense exchange held

onlookers grasped at once that this

where

tone, he asserted,

as he motioned to take

she knew he couldn’t afford

down

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering

instigator, found his sobriety

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.

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

wary of the terrain, Roger observed Mark’s Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising,

his

though cold sweat drenched his

in conversation, he effortlessly took control

apparent usurpation

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

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 to depart, Mark assured

assistant, though hesitant,

them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and instead closed

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

a blend of sophistication

her face, Mark felt its

her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her excessive

severed ties with Thomas,

himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness of this

indecision, Mark steered towards the house

state would only distress Edwin and earn

caressing Cecilia’s face, he murmured,

black SUV pulled up at

halt, her eyes fluttering open

are we?” she

punctuated the

across to do the same for her, his voice a

approached, its high beams

as she reclined, her breathing shallow and visibly

don’t I recall the place we once lived?” she

the closeness, Mark was enveloped by

was a unique blend of her

dormant desire within Mark

moment, Mark really wanted to

he was able

it,” he whispered

most precious memories. He

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

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

point of remembering any of it?” she muttered to

and this time, her

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

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

chilly

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

kick, he shut the car door and headed

fall, she wrapped her arms around

its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded

up her nose. They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like

before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to

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

between those two states was the great discomfort she felt

in her system could she dare to bury

roll down

his shoulder even

was more than enough

apartment, he took out the key and opened

had remained the same. Although Mark didn’t live here anymore,

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay

the bed was soft, her body was much

yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray

and her breathing was

with the way her

long time. Of course he wanted to

he gently

greeted by the sight of this large man whose eyes were

on his face was

lips were locked in a gentle

eyes widened, shocked by the suddenness

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

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