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

attention discreetly

stirred ample talk, but current company seemed largely oblivious to

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

it appeared Mark was taking a fancy

no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a

his ease in

a direct response, he addressed someone near

the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this field

make room, and Mark took the opportunity

the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing of

cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps

handsome features complemented his

one would dare challenge him

buzzed with

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

Her eyes lifted.

the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting

a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

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

of the crowd,

offered a poised

I trust you’ll

slender

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled the

taken aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just any, but a Fowler,

Nothing happened next. There was no slap, no

intense

grasped at once that this was

gaze locked with Cecilia’s, where an

tone, he asserted, “I’ll

he motioned to take the glass,

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

gulped down the

cheeks were a rosy hue post-drink,

Medina, the initial instigator, found his sobriety

also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but

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

subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time. Aim for

regaining his wits, hastily

relief, though cold sweat drenched his

conversation, he effortlessly took control of

apparent usurpation

protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine, her

Mark, aware of the

dissuade her, but he soon relented,

decent quality, wouldn’t induce

Cecilia consumed half a bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to

though hesitant,

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

ascended slowly, Mark’s gaze rested on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair

was a blend of

Mark felt

her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her excessive

Thomas, was she

anguish gripped Mark, but he steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as

steered towards

her current state

he murmured, “We’re

SUV pulled

stirred at the halt, her eyes

are we?” she inquired,

punctuated

released his seat belt, leaning across to do the same for her, his voice a soft murmur, “It’s the place we once called

vehicle approached, its

as she

I recall the place we once

Mark was enveloped by

a unique blend of her

within

this moment, Mark really wanted to hug

able to restrain

forget about it,” he whispered

housed their most precious memories. He

her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at something

which quickly

remembering any of it?” she muttered

said it again, and this time, her voice almost

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

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

chilly

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

he shut the car door and

left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her

ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded her

elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they were still a sweet couple who snuck out and dated in

memories flashed before her

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

two states was the great discomfort she felt right

in her system could she dare to

to roll down

Mark,” she murmured. Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder

this was more than enough to

they arrived at their apartment,

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

the bedroom and

bed was soft,

He bent over the bed and gently

and her breathing

the way her chest rose and

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

he gently

opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of this large man whose

on his face was hard

second, their lips were locked in a gentle

by

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

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