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

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

taking a fancy to Cecilia,

is no ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand a

his

a direct response, he addressed someone near

I’d relish an opportunity to discuss the script with Miss

became available as the person stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people

of the softness of

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

features complemented his

him or pressure him into

buzzed

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

Her eyes lifted.

appeasing wealthy patrons

prospect of a Fowler daughter

to be such a big help to her career… If her accepting the wine could secure the investment, pride had no

expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose,

a poised

I trust you’ll honor your

a slender hand enveloped

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled the

a lady, and not just any, but a Fowler, was

was no slap, no rebuke from

silent, intense exchange held

at once that

Cecilia’s, where an emotional storm seemed to

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

motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s

she knew

down the

were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even

instigator,

Fowler patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will fully fund

loss, but the realization that he’d

but wary of the terrain, 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

his wits,

in relief, though cold sweat drenched

in conversation, he effortlessly took control of

apparent usurpation irked

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

towards Mark, aware

to dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing her to

quality,

her senses. As

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

gaze rested on the inebriated woman beside him. Her black hair cascaded freely,

a blend of sophistication

Mark

Cecilia’s distressed murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind her

with Thomas,

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

of indecision, Mark steered towards the

Evans villa in her current state would only distress Edwin and

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

elapsed before the black SUV pulled up at the

at the halt, her

are we?” she

noise punctuated

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

approached, its high beams

eyes, discomfort evident as she reclined, her

I recall the place we

Mark was enveloped by

blend of her natural fragrance mingled with

desire within

really wanted to

able

forget about it,” he whispered

most precious memories.

and gazed ahead,

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

the point of remembering any of it?”

again, and this time, her voice

the car, opened the door on her side,

“No! I won’t go!

want

gust of chilly wind blew

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

shut the car

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

elevator made its ascent, a glassy look once again pervaded her

elevator countless of times already, and it seemed like it was just yesterday when they

memories flashed before her eyes, Cecilia’s eyes began

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

states was the great discomfort

system could she dare

to roll down her

murmured. Then, she pressed her head on his shoulder even more, feeling embarrassed as she sobbed like a lost

was more than enough to make Mark’s

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

had remained the same. Although Mark didn’t live here anymore, he

carried Cecilia into the bedroom and

soft,

bed, Mark didn’t want to leave yet. He bent over the bed and

were closed, and her

adorable with the way her chest

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

gently called

the sight of this large man whose eyes were burning

his face was hard to

second, their lips were locked

widened, shocked by the

she could even resist, he already had her

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