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

mingled, his attention discreetly remained on

had stirred ample talk, but current company seemed

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a fancy to Cecilia,

ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a chance

was low, his ease in such

direct response, he

prospects, I’d relish an opportunity to discuss the script with

Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people squeezing into ten

against Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing of his

the evening’s mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale

handsome features complemented his formidable

would dare challenge him

room buzzed

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

Her eyes lifted.

caught in the tension between appeasing wealthy

a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

something to her, and he used to be such a big help to her career… If her accepting the

of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass

offered a

I trust

slender

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled

audacity to casually touch a lady, and not just any,

next. There was no

intense

that this

locked with Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed

tone, he asserted,

as he motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes kicked

health, she knew he couldn’t

down the

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

the initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening

the moment, he

profit loss, but the realization that he’d crossed

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

his

in relief, though cold sweat drenched his

Mark engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took

apparent usurpation

more glasses

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

but he soon

wine, of decent quality, wouldn’t

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

assistant, though hesitant,

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

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

profile was a blend of sophistication

Mark felt its feverish

he surmised her emotional turmoil was the

with Thomas, was

steeled himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced

steered

her current state would only distress Edwin and earn Zoey’s

caressing Cecilia’s face, he murmured, “We’re

the black SUV pulled up

stirred at the halt, her eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar

we?” she

punctuated the

do the same for her, his voice a

approached, its

her eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her breathing

recall the place we once

the closeness, Mark was enveloped by her

blend of her natural fragrance mingled with floral

dormant desire within

really wanted to

he was able to

forget about it,”

apartment housed their most precious memories. He truly believed that she would

gazed ahead, as

while, a smile broke on her face, which quickly disappeared as she let out

the point of remembering any of it?” she muttered

said it again, and this time, her voice

on her side, and bent down to pick her up. At this point, she wasn’t completely inebriated yet and still had some energy

“No! I won’t go!

don’t want to

chilly wind

leaned closer, his face almost touching hers, and said in a

shut the car door and

strength left after drinking. Afraid that she would fall, she wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck and clung to him like a

its ascent, a glassy look once again

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

before her eyes, Cecilia’s

she felt completely wasted, but there were

denominator between those two states was

system could

roll down her

his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed

enough to make

doors opened. As they arrived at their apartment, he took out the key and

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

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently

soft, her body

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

eyes were closed, and her

was something adorable with the way her chest rose

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

he gently called

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

look on his face was hard to

were locked in

by the suddenness

Mark was already completely turned on. Before she could even resist, he already had

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