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

his attention discreetly

liaison had stirred ample talk, but current company seemed largely oblivious to their

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

Mark was taking a fancy

Evans might

was low, his ease

direct response, he addressed someone

opportunity to discuss the script with Miss Fowler. Lately, this field intrigues me to make some

took the opportunity

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

evening’s mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but

complemented his

him or pressure him into smoking

buzzed

gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall guarantee funding for

Her eyes lifted.

in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting the Fowler

a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

to her, and he used to be such a

the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

offered a poised

I trust you’ll

she prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying the

It was Mark.

gasp filled

casually touch a lady, and not just any, but

happened next. There was no slap, no rebuke from

intense

once that

with Cecilia’s, where an emotional

he asserted,

take the

she knew he couldn’t afford even

gulped down the wine

cheeks were a rosy hue post-drink,

initial instigator, found his sobriety

only toyed with the Fowler patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark

profit loss, but the realization that he’d crossed

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 the next project. Simon has an abundance of compelling

regaining his

in relief, though cold sweat

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took

apparent usurpation

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

glance darted towards Mark, aware of the history he shared with

dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing her

decent quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark assured her assistant, “I’ll ensure

though hesitant,

them but reconsidered, sensing the intimacy of the moment,

on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely, and she was adorned in a simplistic long dress, clutching

a blend of sophistication and

face, Mark

surmised her emotional turmoil was

ties with Thomas, was she

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

of indecision, Mark steered

to the Evans villa in her current state would only distress Edwin and

he

before the black SUV pulled up

at the halt, her

we?” she

noise punctuated

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

approached, its high beams

as she reclined, her breathing shallow and

I recall the place we

Mark was enveloped by her

of her natural fragrance mingled

desire within Mark

Mark really wanted to hug

able to restrain

won’t forget about it,” he whispered in her

all, this apartment housed their most precious memories.

down her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking at

a while, a smile broke on her face, which quickly

point of remembering any of it?”

it again, and this time, her voice almost

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

“No! I won’t go!

want to go

of chilly

leaned closer, his face almost touching hers, and said in a hoarse voice, “Where can

shut the car door and headed towards the

that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around

the elevator made its ascent, a glassy look

seemed like it was just yesterday when they

memories flashed before her

but there were also times

common denominator between those two states was the great discomfort she felt right

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

roll

pressed her head on his shoulder even more,

more than enough

elevator doors opened. As they arrived at their apartment, he took

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

bedroom and gently lay her

the bed was soft, her body was much

bent over the bed and

were closed, and

something adorable with the way

long time. Of course he wanted

gently called her

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

on his face was hard to

were locked

by

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

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