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 discreetly remained

past liaison had stirred ample talk, but current company seemed largely

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a fancy to Cecilia, prompting playful

is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a chance

his ease

he addressed someone

an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately,

make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people squeezing into ten seats, the proximity was

softness of her waist, though

slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps as

features complemented his formidable

would dare challenge him or

buzzed with

glass of wine,

Her eyes lifted.

caught in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons

Fowler daughter entertaining the

and he used to be such a big help to her career… If

of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

a

I trust

she prepared to sip, a slender hand

It was Mark.

collective gasp

audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just any, but

happened next. There was no slap, no

intense exchange

grasped at once that this was no

Cecilia’s, where an emotional

tone, he asserted,

as he motioned to take

she knew he couldn’t afford

down the

rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even more

Medina, the initial instigator,

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

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

action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time. Aim for the next project. Simon has an abundance

regaining his wits,

in relief, though

engaged Roger in conversation, he

usurpation irked

protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to

towards Mark, aware of the history he

sought to dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing

decent quality,

As they prepared to

assistant, though hesitant,

a move to accompany them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the

beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she

profile was a blend

Mark felt its feverish

her emotional turmoil was the

severed ties with Thomas,

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

indecision, Mark steered towards the house on

current state would only distress Edwin and

caressing Cecilia’s face, he murmured,

the black SUV

her eyes fluttering open to

are we?” she

punctuated the

the same for her,

approached, its high

as she reclined, her breathing shallow

I recall the place we once

Mark was enveloped

unique blend of her

desire within Mark

Mark really

able

forget about it,” he whispered

memories. He truly believed that she would

and gazed ahead, as though looking at something

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

any of it?” she

again, and this

help but feel saddened whenever he saw that pitiful look on her face. He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At this

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to go

gust of chilly wind blew past

and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can you go while looking like

kick, he shut the car door and

she

the elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once again

and it seemed like

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

felt completely wasted, but there were also times

states was the

system could she dare to bury

to roll down her

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

was more than enough to make

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

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

and gently lay her on the

soft, her body

the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her long hair

eyes were closed, and her

was something adorable with the way her

held her for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold her. After all, he was a

he gently

greeted by the sight

look on his face

second, their lips were

eyes widened, shocked by the suddenness

already had her wrists pinned above her head,

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