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.

location, he found that it wasn’t far from where

and coat and walked out of

outside. When he saw Mark, his face

that her heart has softened towards you after you

him and squinted in his

so sure

him. He found Peter’s comforting words

Mark parked his car

he unfastened his seatbelt, he looked up and saw something that made

window, Cecilia having lunch

gentle air around him.

of it, it seemed that the two of them

smiles on their faces, sharing a laughter from time

loosened his grip on his seatbelt and slowly Leaned back in

a long drag of a cigarette to

have one with

continued talking to that man. From time to

Mark could tell that she didn’t hate

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

Cecilia turned her head and saw

as she saw him,

she immediately looked away and continued eating and chatting with the man she

his eyes. Even though

said goodbye

have

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

said in a

to her, his face devoid of

we talk about?” he asked her

bed in the morning, and as soon as noon, you’re already in a blind date with someone else? Cecilia, is that what you want to talk about

Mark with a quiet

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

talk to you now is

away and crossed his

silence, he asked, “Was that

are you really never going to get back together with

question made

possible, she didn’t

love him, nor did she want to

for a while, with Mark waiting for

Cecilia opened her

now or in the future. Two years ago, we were over.

a sigh,

cruelty, but the armor

her, only to extinguish it time

him,

lunch, troubled him, but he was determined not to reveal any frailty before

“I’ll take you back to the film

Cecilia countered, reaching for

sudden motion, Mark

“Don’t leave.”

appeared composed, betraying no sign of

wordless standoff, Cecilia

Mark eased

alighted from the vehicle hastily, as though

door shut, Mark gingerly placed a hand

for a moment before retrieving a pill from his pocket and downing

return to the company until his

Mark’s sour mood, refrained from any provocations. As his workday concluded, he

mention of Edwin lightened

the young boy, schoolbag in tow, bounded from the car

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

complied, washing up before

Edwin, her keen eyes flickering between the

off; she could

he discarded his coat onto the sofa, seemingly devoid

phoned me last night, claiming he wouldn’t return home… Needed to “take care’ of Cecilia, he said. Worried

on

just entering, was

her son

than your former job? At Least you applied intellect in your professional duties. With Cecilia, it seems you’re all talk, no heart. Consider

the past, Mark might

of him; he remained silent

gaze lingered on

Angela’s Library

whispered, “He was rejected. Cecilia paid him no

Zoey affirmed,

wonder she

still consider himself the young, charming man he

not the only one entitled to cast judgment. Can’t

his

a bowl of wontons and took

by gloom,

entered, placing the bowl before

some. You seem like you haven’t had the appetite for anything

a “mom” under

“She holds you in her heart, albeit

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

consumed his dinner in

to her, now. She’s avoided visiting because

a

before

to Cecilia, wishing her luck on her blind date and offering apologies for the incident the previous

Cecilia responded with silence.

overcame Mark, prompting him

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

It was Edwin.

gentle tone, Mark inquired,

a word, Edwin clasped Mark’s

Mark stroked

when the boy murmured, “Mommy doesn’t

Mark

relieved sigh escaped Edwin

gaze rested on his son, his thoughts wandering to

Yet, resentment lingered.

through Edwin of her

a knock heralded his secretary, who announced with a smile, “Mr. Evans, a Mr. Simon

Simon Lewis?

Cecilia’s new play. Anticipating a financial appeal, Mark entertained dual motives: a chance

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

spirits