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

Mark mingled, his attention discreetly remained on

ample talk, but current company seemed largely oblivious

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

the rest, it appeared Mark was taking a fancy to Cecilia,

Mr. Evans might not stand a

low, his ease in such scenarios

response, he addressed

the script

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

aware of the softness of her

between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but

handsome features complemented his formidable

would dare challenge him or pressure him into

buzzed

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

Her eyes lifted.

caught in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and

daughter entertaining the investor was

declined without hesitation, but Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help to her career… If

the crowd,

offered a poised

trust you’ll

slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

gasp

touch a lady, and not just any, but a

next. There was no slap, no rebuke

intense exchange held between

grasped at once that this was

with Cecilia’s, where an emotional

tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink it

he motioned to take the

knew

down the

a rosy hue post-drink,

initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening

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 will fully fund this play

the realization that he’d crossed

to invest but wary of the terrain, Roger observed 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

regaining his

though cold sweat

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took control of the

apparent usurpation

a silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine,

towards Mark, aware of the history

Mark sought to dissuade her, but he

decent quality, wouldn’t

bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart,

though hesitant,

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

beside him. Her black hair

a blend

Mark

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

severed ties with Thomas, was she nursing

he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as

a spell of indecision, Mark steered towards the

Evans villa in her current state would only distress

Cecilia’s face, he murmured, “We’re

SUV pulled

the halt, her eyes fluttering open to

we?” she inquired,

punctuated

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

its high

evident as she reclined, her breathing shallow and

place

the closeness, Mark was enveloped

blend of her natural fragrance

within Mark quietly

Mark really wanted to hug

was able to restrain

forget about it,”

memories. He truly believed that she

down her hand and gazed ahead, as

which quickly disappeared as she let

the point of remembering any of it?” she muttered to

said it again, and this

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

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to

gust of chilly wind blew

hers, and said in a hoarse voice,

kick, he shut the car door and headed towards

would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and

a glassy look once again

countless of times already, and it seemed

memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s

felt completely wasted, but there were also times she

common denominator between those two states was the

had alcohol in her system could she dare to bury her face in

roll down

shoulder

enough to make Mark’s

apartment,

same. Although Mark didn’t live here

and gently lay her on the

the bed was soft, her body was

He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a stray lock of her

were closed, and her

was something adorable with the way

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

gently called

sight of this large

face was hard

next second, their lips were

by the suddenness of it

already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head, while the weight of

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