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?’

Angela’s Library

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.

restaurant’s location, he found that it wasn’t far from

coat and walked out of the office

outside. When he saw Mark, his

past. I’m sure that her

him and

Peter be so sure

Mark didn’t dispute him. He found Peter’s comforting words

his car in front of

looked up and saw something that made his

Cecilia having lunch with

a gentle air around him. He also had good taste in

of it, it seemed that the two of them

with smiles on their faces, sharing a

Mark loosened his grip on his seatbelt and slowly

really needed a long drag of

he didn’t have one

inside his car, he watched as Cecilia continued talking to that man. From time to time, her smile would widen. They seemed to be getting along really

least, Mark could tell

his car and didn’t get off. He just sat there, staring at her like a

a while, Cecilia turned her

as she saw him, her eyes

and continued eating and chatting with the man she

before his eyes. Even though it

said goodbye

seemed to have just

avoid Mark. She even opened the car door and

she said in a serious

turned to her, his

talk about?” he asked

as noon, you’re already in

Mark with a quiet

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

I want to talk to you now is because you are

away and crossed

long silence, he asked, “Was that a

you really never going to get back together with

made Cecilia’s

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

him, nor

for a while, with Mark waiting for her answer with bated

Cecilia opened her

don’t want to get back with you now or in the future. Two years ago,

in a sigh,

cruelty, but the

only to

him, opting instead for the safety of

ahead. An empty stomach, neglected during lunch, troubled him,

silence, he declared, “I’ll take you back to

myself,” Cecilia countered, reaching for the car

a sudden motion, Mark

“Don’t leave.”

gaze. He appeared composed, betraying no sign of the considerable effort he’d exerted to halt her

intense, wordless standoff, Cecilia

eased his

vehicle hastily, as

Mark gingerly placed a hand over

before retrieving a pill from his pocket and downing it

his return to the company until his

sour mood, refrained from any provocations. As his workday concluded, he approached Mark, suggesting, “It’s time to fetch Edwin. He’d be thrilled

of Edwin lightened

collecting Edwin, the young boy, schoolbag in tow, bounded from the car where

boy. Go freshen up. I’ve

cheeks flushed, complied, washing up before settling down with his

Edwin, her keen eyes flickering

off;

he discarded his coat onto the

near her ear, “Oh, someone phoned me last night, claiming he wouldn’t return home… Needed to “take care’ of Cecilia, he said. Worried I’d fuss over a drunken Cecilia showing up

choked on

just entering, was seized

shot her son

the woman you fancy more challenging than your former job? At Least you applied intellect in

Mark might have

better of him; he remained

gaze lingered on Mark’s retreating

Angela’s Library

was rejected. Cecilia paid him

Zoey

wonder she

still consider himself the

one entitled to cast judgment. Can’t he also be

his head

sharp tongue, Zoey prepared a bowl of wontons and

engulfed by

the bowl before

you haven’t had

a “mom” under his

reassuring, “She holds you in

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 consider her wishes? Her strength? Mark, you possess strength but are often

consumed his dinner in silence, albeit only

to her, now. She’s avoided visiting because

a

on before a faint smile

he dispatched a generous message to Cecilia, wishing her luck on her blind date and offering apologies for the incident the

Cecilia responded with silence.

wave of embarrassment overcame Mark, prompting him to set his phone

figure tiptoed in, burrowing

It was Edwin.

Mark inquired, “Want

a word, Edwin clasped Mark’s waist,

resumed as Mark stroked his son’s

startled when the boy murmured,

Mark replied,

Edwin before he succumbed to

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

Yet, resentment lingered.

of her continued misfortunes in love, which oddly

smile, “Mr. Evans, a

Simon Lewis?

dawned on Mark; Simon was the director of Cecilia’s new play. Anticipating a financial appeal, Mark entertained

cordially, “Please excuse my earlier distraction. How about this? I’ll

Mark’s spirits noticeably