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

his attention discreetly

but current company seemed largely

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a fancy to

woman. Mr. Evans

low, his ease

direct response, he addressed someone near

opportunity to discuss the script

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

of the softness of her waist, though his

his slender, pale fingers,

features complemented his

him or pressure him into smoking

room buzzed with

a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall guarantee

Her eyes lifted.

in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name, was

of a Fowler daughter entertaining the

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

the crowd, Cecilia rose,

offered a poised

trust you’ll honor your

sip, a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

Mark’s audacity to casually touch a

was no slap, no rebuke from

a silent, intense exchange

once that

Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm

hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll drink it for

to take the

fragile health, she knew he couldn’t afford

gulped down the wine

cheeks were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even

Medina, the initial instigator, found his

the moment, he was about

but the realization that he’d crossed Mark, a man renowned for

observed Mark’s Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time.

regaining his

in relief, though

engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took control of the

apparent usurpation irked

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

towards Mark, aware

dissuade her, but he

quality,

end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared

though

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

beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in

was a blend of sophistication

her face, Mark felt its

surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind

ties with Thomas,

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

Mark steered

Evans villa in her current state

face, he murmured,

the black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

at the halt, her eyes fluttering open to

are we?” she

noise punctuated

same for her,

its high

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

don’t I recall the place we once

closeness, Mark was enveloped by her

her natural fragrance mingled with floral

dormant desire within

really

able to

won’t forget about it,”

most precious memories. He truly believed that

gazed ahead,

which quickly disappeared as she let out a

point of remembering any of it?” she

and this time, her

He got off the car, opened the door on her side, and bent down

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

gust of chilly

almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse

a strong kick, he shut the

left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she

ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded her

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

her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began to

where she felt completely wasted, but there

common denominator between those two states was the great discomfort she

in her system could she dare

roll down

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

enough to make Mark’s

apartment, he took out the key and opened

didn’t live here anymore, he still had

carried Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her on

soft, her body

her almost unconscious body in 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 from her

eyes were closed, and

was something adorable with the way her chest

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

he gently called

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

on his face was hard

their lips were locked in a gentle

widened, shocked by the suddenness

turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had her wrists pinned above her head,

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