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 mingled, his attention

talk, but current company seemed largely oblivious to their

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting playful

woman. Mr. Evans

chuckle was low, his ease in such

he

script with

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

softness of

in the evening’s mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not

features complemented his formidable

challenge him or pressure him into

room buzzed

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

Her eyes lifted.

in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the

of a Fowler daughter entertaining the

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

the crowd, Cecilia rose,

a poised

trust you’ll honor

prepared to sip, a slender hand

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled the

to casually touch a lady, and not just

There was no slap, no rebuke

silent, intense exchange held

that this

Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed to

tone, he asserted,

to take the glass, Cecilia’s

Mark’s fragile health, she knew he couldn’t afford

gulped down the wine

were a rosy hue post-drink,

Medina, the initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening

slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will fully fund this

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

subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie

his wits, hastily

exhaled in relief, though cold sweat drenched his

in conversation, he effortlessly

usurpation irked

a silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to intervene proving

aware of the history he shared with

but he soon relented,

decent quality, wouldn’t

half a bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her assistant,

assistant, though hesitant,

them but

the inebriated woman beside him. Her black

was a blend of

face, Mark felt

distressed murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus

ties with Thomas, was she

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

spell of indecision, Mark steered towards

her to the Evans villa in her current state would

Cecilia’s face, he

before the black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

the halt, her

are we?”

noise punctuated

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

approached, its high beams

shielded her eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her

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

Mark was enveloped by her

unique blend of her natural fragrance mingled with floral

dormant desire within

Mark really wanted to hug

he was able to

won’t forget about it,” he whispered

most precious memories. He

ahead, as though looking

face, which quickly disappeared as

remembering any of it?”

it again, and this

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

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to go

gust of chilly

in a hoarse voice, “Where

kick, he shut the car door and headed

she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and clung to

made its ascent, a

been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday

flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes

times where she felt completely wasted, but there were

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

when she had alcohol in her system could

began to roll

his shoulder even more, feeling

more than enough to make

arrived at their apartment, he took out the

same. Although Mark didn’t live here

into the bedroom and gently lay her on the

soft, her body was much

want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed

eyes were closed, and

adorable with the way her chest rose and

her for a long time. Of course he wanted

he gently called her

by the sight of

his face was

second, their lips were locked in a

shocked by the suddenness

already had her wrists pinned above her head,

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