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 of

mingled, his attention discreetly

past liaison had stirred ample talk, but current company seemed

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a fancy to

Evans

chuckle was low, his ease in such scenarios

a direct response, he addressed someone

to discuss the script with

make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit

acutely aware of the softness of her

cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for

handsome features complemented

challenge him or

buzzed with

a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring,

Her eyes lifted.

in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and

Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

without hesitation, but Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a

expectant eyes of the crowd,

a

Medina, I trust

a slender hand

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

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

was no

silent, intense

grasped at once that

Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed to

hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll

motioned to take

fragile health, she knew he couldn’t afford even a

gulped down the

rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even

Medina, the initial instigator, found his sobriety

not 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

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

immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising,

his

in relief, though cold

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly

usurpation

more glasses of wine, her

darted towards Mark, aware

to dissuade her, but he soon

wine, of decent quality,

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

assistant, though

Cecilia was settled in the car, Peter made a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment, and instead closed the

the window ascended slowly, Mark’s gaze rested on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a simplistic long dress, clutching

blend of sophistication and

face, Mark felt its

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

Thomas, was she

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

indecision, Mark steered towards the house on

her current state

he murmured,

black SUV pulled up at the

stirred at the halt, her eyes fluttering

are we?” she

noise punctuated the

his seat belt, leaning across to do the same for her, his voice a soft

its

eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her

the place we once lived?” she

was enveloped by her

her natural

dormant desire within Mark

moment, Mark really wanted

able to restrain

forget about it,” he

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

ahead, as though looking at something

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

point of remembering any

again, and this

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

“No! I won’t go!

want to

gust of chilly wind

face almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice,

kick, he shut the car door

strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and clung to him like

the elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded

had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still

her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes

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

between those two states was the great

she had alcohol in her system could she

began to roll down her

head on his shoulder even more,

enough to make

As they arrived at their apartment, he took

Mark didn’t live here anymore, he still had someone clean

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay

bed was soft, her

bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and

were closed, and

the way her chest rose

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

gently called

was greeted by the sight of this large

face

lips were

eyes widened, shocked by the

Mark was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head,

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