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

Mark mingled, his attention discreetly remained on

stirred ample talk, but current

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting playful

Fowler is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans

chuckle was low, his ease in such

a direct response, he addressed someone near

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

stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside

of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing of

the evening’s mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps as a

complemented his formidable

one would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking

room buzzed with

her a glass of

Her eyes lifted.

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

daughter entertaining the investor

hesitation, but Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a

of the crowd,

a

I trust you’ll

prepared to sip, a slender

It was Mark.

gasp filled

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

next. There was

silent, intense exchange held between

that this was no

locked with Cecilia’s, where an

hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink

to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes kicked

she knew he couldn’t

gulped down the

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering

Medina, the initial instigator, found his

gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but

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

Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina,

his

exhaled in relief, though

conversation, he effortlessly took control

usurpation

she consumed several more glasses

Mark, aware of the

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

quality, wouldn’t induce

As they

assistant, though hesitant,

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

beside him. Her black

a blend

Mark felt its feverish

surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind

with Thomas, was she nursing

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

indecision, Mark steered towards the house on Gamous

in her current state would only distress

face, he murmured,

minutes elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

the halt, her

we?” she inquired,

noise punctuated

to do the same for her, his voice

its high beams

evident as she reclined, her breathing

recall the place we once lived?” she

Mark was enveloped by

unique blend of her natural

within

really

was able to restrain

won’t forget about it,” he whispered

memories. He truly believed that she would never

and gazed ahead, as

on her face, which quickly disappeared as she let out

the point of remembering any of it?” she muttered to

it again, and this

saddened whenever he saw that pitiful look on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to

gust of chilly wind blew past

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

he shut the

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

the elevator made 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 still a sweet couple who

before her eyes, Cecilia’s

felt completely wasted, but there

denominator between those two states was the great

had alcohol in her system could

roll down

Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed like a lost

was more than enough

doors opened. As they arrived at their apartment, he took out the key and

Although Mark didn’t live here anymore,

bedroom and gently lay her on

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

and

was something adorable with the way her chest

course he wanted to

he gently called her

and was greeted by the sight

on his face was hard

lips were locked

shocked by the suddenness

resist, he already had her wrists pinned

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