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.

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

and walked out of

still outside. When he saw Mark, his face

you go! You were so in love in love past. I’m sure that her

looked at him and squinted

be so sure

dispute him. He found Peter’s comforting

later, Mark parked his car

he looked up

restaurant’s French window, Cecilia having

man who had a gentle air around him. He also

it, it seemed that the two

were talking with each other with smiles on their faces, sharing

loosened his grip on his

needed a long drag of a

he didn’t have one

as Cecilia continued talking to that man. From time to time, her smile would widen. They

very least, Mark could tell

get off. He just sat there, staring at her like a

Cecilia turned her head and saw

soon as she saw him,

and continued eating and

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

said goodbye

have

Mark. She even opened the car door

let’s talk,” she said in

to her, his face

about?” he

got out of my bed in the morning, and as soon as noon, you’re already in a blind

at Mark with a quiet

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

to talk to you now is because you

away and

a long silence, he asked, “Was that

are you really never going to

question made Cecilia’s nose

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

to love him, nor did she want

them stared at each other for a while, with Mark waiting for her answer with

Cecilia opened

or in the future.

in a sigh, her spirits

cruelty, but the armor forged from

her, only to extinguish it time

no longer dared to love him, opting

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

a weighty silence, he declared, “I’ll take you back

myself,” Cecilia countered, reaching for the car

sudden motion, Mark restrained

“Don’t leave.”

composed, betraying no sign of the considerable effort he’d exerted

standoff,

eased

alighted from the vehicle hastily,

the car door shut, Mark gingerly placed a

remained still for a moment before retrieving a pill

the company until

he approached Mark, suggesting, “It’s time to fetch Edwin.

mention of Edwin

in tow, bounded from

all sweaty, boy. Go freshen up. I’ve

complied, washing up before settling down

fanned Edwin, her keen eyes flickering between

was off; she

onto the sofa, seemingly devoid of

“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

nearly choked on

was

shot her son

more challenging than your former job? At Least you applied intellect in your professional duties. With

Mark

him; he remained silent and retreated

gaze lingered on

Angela’s Library

close, Peter whispered, “He was rejected. Cecilia

Zoey affirmed,

wonder she

still consider himself the young,

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

his head in

tongue, Zoey prepared a bowl of wontons and took it

by

entered, placing the bowl before him, her voice

You seem like you haven’t had

whispered a “mom”

reassuring, “She holds you in her heart, albeit with resentment With a rueful smile, Mark acknowledged, “I

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

consumed his dinner in silence, albeit only

her,

a

on before a faint smile

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

Cecilia responded with silence.

a wave of embarrassment overcame

creaked; a figure tiptoed in, burrowing

It was Edwin.

a gentle tone, Mark inquired, “Want to sleep

Edwin clasped Mark’s waist, seeking

Mark stroked his son’s

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

Mark replied,

sigh escaped Edwin before he

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

Yet, resentment lingered.

learning through Edwin of her continued misfortunes

with a smile, “Mr. Evans, a Mr.

Simon Lewis?

director of Cecilia’s new play. Anticipating a financial appeal, Mark entertained dual motives: a chance to invest and an opportunity to

Simon’s call, he offered cordially, “Please excuse my earlier distraction. How about this?

Mark’s spirits noticeably