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

mingled, his attention discreetly remained on

but

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia,

no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand

his ease in such

direct response, he

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

room, and Mark took the opportunity to

Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing of his internal

slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps

complemented his

no one would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking

buzzed with

gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall guarantee funding for the

Her eyes lifted.

wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name, was

of a Fowler daughter

Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help to her career… If her

of the crowd, Cecilia rose,

a

Medina, I trust

to sip, a slender hand

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

casually touch a lady, and not just any, but

Nothing happened next. There was no slap,

silent, intense

grasped at once that this

with Cecilia’s, where an

he asserted, “I’ll

to take

fragile health, she knew

gulped down

rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even

initial instigator, found his sobriety

patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he

realization that he’d crossed

subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time. Aim for the next project. Simon has

his wits,

in relief, though

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly

apparent usurpation

consumed several more glasses of wine,

aware of the history he shared

dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing

quality,

her senses. As they prepared to

though

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

inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a simplistic long dress, clutching

blend of

her face, Mark felt its

her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind

severed ties with Thomas, was

reality as a divorced pair.

steered

Evans villa in her current state would only distress Edwin and earn

face, he murmured,

black SUV pulled

stirred at the halt, her eyes fluttering open

we?” she

punctuated the

her, his voice

approached, its

eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and visibly

the place we once lived?”

was

of her natural fragrance

within Mark quietly

really wanted to hug

he was able to restrain

about it,” he

apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly

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

smile broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as

the point of remembering any of it?”

said it again, and this

opened the door on her side, and bent down to

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want

of chilly wind

hers, and said in a

the car door and headed towards

drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and clung

its ascent, a

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

the memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to

there were also times

common denominator between those two states was the

could she

roll

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

this was more than enough to make Mark’s

arrived at their apartment, he took out the key

inside had remained the same. Although Mark didn’t live here anymore,

into the bedroom and gently

soft, her body

leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her long hair

closed, and her breathing

the way her chest rose and

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

he gently called her

her eyes and was greeted by the sight of this large man whose eyes were burning with

his face was

second, their lips were

widened, shocked by

at this point, Mark was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of his body pressed

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