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 mingled, his attention discreetly remained

had stirred ample talk, but current

Mark’s gaze was inscrutable.

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

ordinary woman. Mr. Evans might not stand

low, his

direct response, he addressed someone near

relish an opportunity to discuss the script

to Cecilia became available as the person stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit

the softness of her waist, though

a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps as a

handsome features complemented his

him or pressure him into

buzzed with

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

Her eyes lifted.

wealthy patrons and respecting the

prospect of a Fowler daughter entertaining

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

expectant eyes of the crowd,

a poised

trust you’ll honor

sip, a slender hand enveloped

It was Mark.

gasp filled

Mark’s audacity to casually touch a lady,

next. There was no slap, no rebuke from

silent, intense

at once that this was no

where

he asserted, “I’ll drink it for

motioned to take the glass, Cecilia’s reflexes

she knew he couldn’t afford even

gulped down the

cheeks were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering

the initial instigator, found

patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about

mot over potential profit loss, but the realization that he’d crossed Mark,

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

regaining his wits, hastily

in relief, though cold sweat

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took control of the

apparent usurpation irked

several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s

darted towards Mark, aware of

but he soon relented, allowing her to

wine, of decent quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

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

assistant, though hesitant,

them but reconsidered, sensing the

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

a blend of

her face, Mark felt

murmurs, he surmised her emotional turmoil was the impetus behind

severed ties with Thomas,

himself, recognizing their current reality as a divorced pair.

Mark steered towards the

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

he murmured, “We’re

SUV pulled up at the apartment’s

stirred at the halt, her

are we?” she

noise punctuated

same for her, his voice a soft murmur, “It’s the place we once called

approached, its high

she reclined, her

I recall the place

the closeness, Mark was enveloped by her

of her natural fragrance mingled with

within Mark quietly

this moment, Mark really

able

about it,”

most precious memories. He truly

down her hand and gazed ahead, as though looking

on her face, which

point of remembering any

said it again, and this time, her voice

face. He got off the 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!

don’t want to

chilly wind

in a hoarse voice, “Where can you

strong kick, he shut the car door and headed

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

its ascent, a glassy look once

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

her

she felt completely wasted, but there were also

two states was

in her system could

to roll down her

shoulder

more than enough to make

arrived at their apartment, he

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

Cecilia into the bedroom and gently lay her on

was soft, her body was much

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

eyes were closed, and

the

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

gently called

her eyes and was greeted by the sight of this

look on his face was

were locked

by the suddenness of it

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

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