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’s

mingled, his attention discreetly remained on

talk, but

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

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

ordinary woman. Mr. Evans

low, his ease in such

a direct response, he

of my prospects, I’d relish an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this

took the opportunity

of the softness of her waist,

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

features complemented

one would dare challenge him or pressure him

buzzed

quiet, found herself the focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine,

Her eyes lifted.

wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler name,

of a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor

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

expectant eyes of the

offered a poised

I trust you’ll honor

sip, a slender hand enveloped hers,

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

taken aback. Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady, and

Nothing happened next. There was no

silent, intense exchange held

that this

locked with Cecilia’s, where an

hushed tone, he asserted, “I’ll

motioned to take the

she knew he couldn’t afford

gulped down the wine

cheeks were a rosy hue post-drink,

Medina, the initial instigator, found his

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

but the realization that

Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie

his wits,

exhaled in relief, though cold sweat

conversation, he effortlessly took control of

apparent usurpation

she consumed several more glasses of wine, her

glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history he

sought to dissuade her, but he soon

decent quality, wouldn’t

senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her assistant, “I’ll ensure

though

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

woman beside him. Her black hair

a blend

Mark

murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was

with Thomas, was she nursing a

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

steered towards the house on

the Evans villa in her current state would

Cecilia’s face, he murmured,

minutes elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

halt, her eyes fluttering open

are we?” she

noise punctuated

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

approached, its

she reclined,

the place we

was

a unique blend of her natural fragrance

within Mark

moment, Mark really wanted

was able to

about it,”

housed their most precious memories. He

gazed ahead,

smile broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as she

of remembering any of

again, and this time,

car, opened the door on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At this point, she wasn’t completely inebriated yet and still had

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

of chilly wind

in a hoarse voice, “Where can

strong kick, he shut the car door and headed towards the

had no more strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and clung to him

its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded her

pleasant smell wafted up her nose. They had been in this elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when

memories flashed before her eyes,

but there were also times she felt like she

was the

in her system could she dare to bury her face

to roll down

head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she

was more than enough to make Mark’s

As they arrived at their apartment, he took

same. Although Mark didn’t live here anymore, he still had someone clean it once

and gently lay her on the

the bed was soft, her body

in the bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and gently brushed aside a

and her

something adorable with the way her chest rose and

her for a long time. Of course he wanted to hold

he gently called

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

face

were locked in

shocked by the

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

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