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 Mark’s

his attention

but

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

appeared Mark was taking a fancy to

no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand

his

he

an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this field intrigues me to make

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

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

he held a cigarette between his slender, pale

features complemented

dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking or

buzzed with

offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss

Her eyes lifted.

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

daughter entertaining the investor

meant something to her, and he used to be such a

the crowd,

offered a

I trust you’ll honor

sip, a slender hand enveloped hers,

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled the

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

There was no slap, no rebuke from

silent, intense exchange held

once that

locked with Cecilia’s, where

a hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink it

motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes

health, she knew he couldn’t afford even a

down the

hue

initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening

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

observed Mark’s Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina,

his

though

in conversation, he effortlessly took control

apparent usurpation

more glasses of wine,

darted towards Mark, aware of the history he shared

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

of decent quality, wouldn’t

senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her

though

Cecilia was settled in the car, Peter made a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy

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

blend of sophistication

Mark

murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her excessive

Thomas,

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

spell of indecision, Mark steered towards

her current state would only distress Edwin

caressing Cecilia’s face, he murmured, “We’re heading

minutes elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at

stirred at the halt, her eyes fluttering open

are we?” she inquired,

punctuated

her, his voice a soft murmur, “It’s the place we once called

its high

discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and

I recall the place we once lived?”

Mark was enveloped by

of her natural fragrance mingled with floral

dormant desire within Mark

this moment, Mark really wanted to hug

able to

about it,” he whispered

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

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

on her face, which quickly disappeared as she let

any of

said it again, and this time, her voice almost

couldn’t help 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.

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

chilly wind blew past

hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can

kick, he shut the car

after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around

made its ascent, a glassy look once

countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when

memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began

felt completely wasted, but there were also times she felt

between those two states was the great discomfort she

her system could she

began to roll down her

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

more than enough to make

elevator doors opened. As they arrived at their apartment,

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

and gently

soft,

bent over

and her breathing

something adorable with the way her chest

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

gently

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

on his face was hard to

lips were locked in a

widened, shocked by the

at this point, Mark was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned

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