A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

“So what are you trying to say?” Mark asked coldly.

“I’m saying what happened last night can only happen once. It can never, and will never happen again,” Cecilia answered definitively.

Mark pouted his lips and looked away.

He closed his eyes, and then, after a while, he said softly, “If this had happened before, you would cry and ask me to take responsibility.”

Cecilia was about to retort when he suddenly stood up.

“I see your point. Anyway, go have breakfast.”

Although his demeanor was still gentle, Cecilia could feel that his tone wasn’t the same as before.

At the same time, she wouldn’t compromise her stance no matter how mad Mark got.

While they were having breakfast, she looked up at him and said, “We’ll stop at the pharmacy on the way later.”

Mark glanced at her before replying, “You’re on your safe period.”

“still, I’m worried.”

After saying that, Cecilia grabbed her glass of milk and swiveled it gently.

“Our relationship as it stands is already very complicated.

We have two kids, and our fates, whether we like it or not, are intertwined. I don’t want to complicate that even more by bringing in another life.”

She had already given birth to two children and raised them herself.

There was no need to add another one to that.

Upon hearing this, Mark’s face softened.

Indeed, he had no intention of impregnating her. After all, they already had two children. Not to mention, his health was also not good.

Despite that, he knew that she didn’t need to take morning after pills.

Still, Cecilia insisted. She was afraid of being pregnant again.

In the end, as Mark sent her to the film set, he stopped by the roadside with a nearby pharmacy in sight. Cecilia wanted to go out and buy the pills herself, but Mark grabbed her hand before she could leave, thinking otherwise.

As a traditional man, he believed that it would be better if a man were to purchase such things.

So, he walked into the pharmacy in her stead.

He took a box of morning after pills from the pharmacy clerk. As he paid the bill, his eyes fell on the small square boxes on the shelf beside the counter and bought two boxes of large-sized condoms.

Once everything had been paid, Mark returned to the car.

As a habit, he always had hot water with him. He unscrewed his vacuum bottle and took out a pill for her.

After taking the pill, a frown formed on Cecilia’s face.

Out of instinct, Mark patted her on the shoulder, which rendered Cecilia stunned. Once again, her eyes started to redden.

As Mark fastened his seatbelt, his mind wandered while his hand picked up the two boxes of condoms from his pocket and put them inside the glove compartment. The big, thorny logo were hard to ignore, and as soon as Cecilia saw it, her cheeks turned pink.

She bit her lower lip before saying, “Mark, I already told you that we won’t have sex again.”

Mark looked at her and nodded.

After a while, he asked her, “Did you feel good last night?”

Both of them haven’t had sex in a long time.

They knew how good both of them felt last night.

Of course, Cecilia didn’t answer. Instead, she sank her head and fiddled with her fingers. Then, with a snort, she said, “As long as it’s a man…”

“Cecilia Fowler, “he cut her off. He rarely called her by her full name.

When Cecilia looked up, Mark gently caressed her face and added, “Don’t say that.”

She wanted to say something in response, but he had already put down his hand and started the car.

After that, he didn’t say anything more.

Judging from his demeanor, Cecilia guessed that Mark was angry. She couldn’t believe that he got angry with her before she got angry with him!

So, in response to that, Cecilia crossed her arms and didn’t say anything either.

When she got off the car, she slammed the door and didn’t look back as she walked away.

At noon, Mark gave in first. He called her to invite her to lunch.

However, when her phone rang, Cecilia didn’t answer it.

Instead, she sent him a message later on, reminding him that what had happened last night was a one-time thing only.

Mark was so infuriated by the message that he ended up throwing his phone away.

Her words earlier inside the car echoed in his mind.

“As long as it’s a man…”

In the office, Peter noticed that his boss was in anguish. He gently picked up Mark’s phone and placed it on his desk. Then, he began acting like a peacemaker by saying, “Last night, the two of you were so sweet. You have to be more patient with her! You see, the situation is different now. You used to be young and handsome. But now…”

Mark threw a stamp across the room before Peter could finish talking.

“What’s wrong with me now?” he snapped.

Unfazed by his outburst, Peter picked up the stamp and returned it to his desk. As he did, he looked candidly at Mark and continued, “You’re not as good in bed as before as time goes by. This happens to all men. I mean, just think about it. You didn’t make her happy last night, did you?’

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Mark leaned back in his chair and sank his head, looking deep in contemplation.

As aman, he really did care about this sort of thing.

But last night was good. He was certain that Cecilia climaxed and received immense sexual pleasure.

After all, he could tell if a woman was faking it, and last night, he was sure that Cecilia’s reaction to him was genuine.

He snorted confidently and said nothing.

In response, Peter smiled and said, “Then you must be doing something else wrong. Think about it. All the people that Cecilia comes into contact with cherish her very much. But instead of coaxing her, you’re stuck here, sulking. If you keep that up, you’ll have no chance of winning! Remember, the streets are full of men.”

These words really pushed Mark’s button.

“Get out!” he snapped.

With a smile, Peter left, leaving Mark alone with his thoughts.

Once his emotions had stabilized, he thought that what Peter had said was actually reasonable.

With this in mind, he then took out his phone and called Cecilia’s assistant. There, he learned that Cecilia had gone to a restaurant for lunch.

location, he found that it wasn’t far

and coat and walked out

was still outside. When he

go! You were so in love in love past. I’m sure that her heart has softened towards you after you two shared another intimate

him and

be so

He

his car in

seatbelt, he looked up and saw something that made his

Cecilia having lunch with

was a young man who had a gentle air around him. He also

looks of it, it seemed that the two of

on their faces, sharing

on his seatbelt and slowly Leaned back in

a long drag of a cigarette to calm his

he didn’t have one

man. From time to time, her smile

Mark could tell that she didn’t hate the

off. He just

while, Cecilia turned her

saw

she immediately looked away and continued eating and chatting with the

how long he had been watching this date before his eyes. Even though it tortured him, he kept waiting for her, waiting for

said goodbye

have just traded

about to leave, she didn’t avoid Mark. She even opened

said

her, his face devoid of

talk about?” he asked her in

talk about how you got out of my bed in the morning, and as soon as noon,

stared at Mark

closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, “I think I have made it clear to you this morning. What happened last night was nothing more than a one night stand. Besides, it was just an accident. I didn’t beg you to do it with me. You dragged me into the apartment

to talk to you

and

“Was that a blind date a while

are you really never going to

question made Cecilia’s

didn’t want to be in this situation. If possible, she didn’t want to have anything to do with Mark

to love him, nor did she want to

at each other for a while, with Mark waiting for

Cecilia opened her

the future. Two years ago, we

ended in a sigh, her

cruelty, but the

kindled hope in her, only to extinguish it time

no longer dared to love him, opting instead for

the road ahead. An empty stomach, neglected during lunch, troubled him, but he was determined not to reveal any frailty

“I’ll take

Cecilia countered, reaching

motion, Mark restrained

“Don’t leave.”

betraying no sign of the considerable effort he’d

standoff,

Mark eased

alighted from the vehicle

Mark gingerly placed a hand over his

still for a moment before retrieving a pill from his

to the

sensing Mark’s sour mood, refrained from any provocations. As his workday concluded, he approached Mark, suggesting, “It’s

of Edwin lightened Mark’s

in tow, bounded from the

all sweaty, boy. Go freshen up. I’ve made ice cream for you,”

washing up before settling down with

keen eyes flickering

off;

coat onto the sofa, seemingly devoid of

Mark’s tone, Zoey gestured near her ear, “Oh, someone phoned me last night, claiming he wouldn’t return home… Needed to “take care’

choked on his ice

just entering, was seized by

son

your former job? At Least you applied

past, Mark

him; he

gaze lingered on Mark’s

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“He was

Zoey

no wonder

he still consider himself the young, charming man

only one entitled to cast judgment. Can’t he

bobbed his head

wontons and

by

entered, placing the bowl before him, her

haven’t had the appetite for

“mom” under his

she patted his hand, reassuring, “She holds you in her heart, albeit with resentment With a rueful smile, Mark acknowledged,

preferences vary; some relish coriander, others don’t. Love mirrors this. Conflicting desires mean paths not taken together. Recall your treatment abroad. You pushed her away, fearing she wouldn’t be able to bear the worst. But did you ever

his dinner in silence, albeit only

“Go apologize to her, now. She’s avoided visiting

unwrapped a mint

before a faint smile

dispatched a generous message to Cecilia, wishing her luck on her

Cecilia responded with silence.

the message, a wave of embarrassment overcame Mark, prompting him

prepared for sleep, the door creaked; a figure tiptoed in, burrowing under the covers and

It was Edwin.

gentle tone, Mark

Edwin clasped

as Mark

was startled when the boy murmured, “Mommy doesn’t care for

rasp, Mark replied,

relieved sigh escaped Edwin before he

Mark’s gaze rested on his son, his thoughts wandering to

Yet, resentment lingered.

from seeking Cecilia out, learning through Edwin of her

smile, “Mr. Evans, a Mr. Simon

Simon Lewis?

new play. Anticipating a financial appeal, Mark entertained dual motives: a chance to invest

he offered cordially, “Please excuse my earlier distraction. How about this? I’ll have Cecilia deliver your check soon. Yes, our

spirits