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

mingled, his attention discreetly

liaison had stirred ample talk, but current company seemed

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

the rest, it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to

ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might

his ease in

direct response, he addressed someone

opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately,

Cecilia became available as the person stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With

against Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her

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

features complemented

him

buzzed with

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

Her eyes lifted.

between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the

daughter entertaining the investor was

and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help to her career… If her accepting the wine could secure the

the expectant eyes of the crowd,

offered a

Medina, I trust you’ll honor

prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers,

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

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

was

a silent, intense exchange

grasped at once that

where an emotional

asserted, “I’ll

take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes

knew he couldn’t afford

gulped down the

a rosy hue post-drink,

instigator, found

he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will fully fund this play

over potential profit loss, but the realization that

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 next project.

regaining his

in relief, though cold sweat drenched his

Roger in conversation, he

usurpation

glasses of wine, her

glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history

dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing

quality, wouldn’t induce

senses. As they prepared to depart,

assistant, though

but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and

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

was a blend of sophistication

face, Mark

Cecilia’s distressed murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her

ties with Thomas, was she nursing

their current reality as a divorced pair. Despite the uniqueness

Mark steered towards

villa in her current state would only distress Edwin

face, he murmured, “We’re

elapsed before the black SUV

halt, her eyes fluttering open

are we?” she

noise punctuated

her, his voice a soft murmur,

approached, its

discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing

the place we once

was enveloped by her

was a unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled with floral

dormant desire within

this moment, Mark really wanted to hug

able to restrain

won’t forget about it,”

most precious memories. He truly believed that

ahead, as

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

point of remembering any of it?”

again, and this time,

door on her side, and

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to

chilly

and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you

the car door and headed

no more strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck

a glassy

it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were

flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s

wasted, but there were also times she felt like she

common denominator between those two states was the great discomfort she felt

could she dare to bury

began to roll down

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

was more than enough to make Mark’s

arrived at their apartment, he took out the

here anymore, he still had

into the bedroom and gently

was soft,

bent over

and

the

wanted to hold her. After all, he was a man

gently

sight of this large

look on his face

lips were locked in a

eyes widened, shocked by the

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

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