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

he grabbed his car keys and coat and

was still outside. When he saw

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

and

be so sure with his

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

Mark parked his

he unfastened his seatbelt, he looked up and

the restaurant’s French window, Cecilia having lunch with someone

a gentle air around him. He also had

of it, it seemed that the two of them were

were talking with each other with smiles on their faces, sharing a laughter from

loosened his grip on his seatbelt and slowly Leaned

drag

he didn’t have one with

car, he watched as Cecilia continued talking to that man. From time to time, her smile would

the very least, Mark could tell that she didn’t hate the

and didn’t get off. He just sat there,

a while, Cecilia turned her head and

she saw

away and continued eating and chatting

this date before his eyes. Even though it tortured

Cecilia said goodbye to

have just traded phone

avoid Mark. She even opened the car door and

let’s talk,” she said in a serious

her, his face devoid

about?”

noon, you’re already in a blind date with someone else? Cecilia,

at Mark with a

while, she 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

want to talk to you now

and crossed his

asked, “Was that a

going to get back

made Cecilia’s

possible, she didn’t want to have anything

love him, nor did she want to

two of them stared at each other for a while, with Mark

opened her

in the future. Two years ago, we were over. I want us

a sigh, her

wasn’t cruelty, but the armor forged from

only to extinguish it

him, opting instead for the

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

declared, “I’ll take you

countered, reaching for

motion, Mark

“Don’t leave.”

gaze. He appeared composed, betraying no sign of the considerable effort

an intense, wordless standoff, Cecilia whispered, “Release

eased

vehicle hastily, as though

gingerly placed

a moment before retrieving a pill from his pocket and downing it with

return to the company

As his workday concluded, he approached Mark, suggesting, “It’s time to fetch Edwin.

of Edwin

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

Go freshen up. I’ve made ice cream

washing up before settling

keen eyes flickering between the father

was off; she

onto

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

nearly choked on

just entering, was seized

son

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

past, Mark

of him; he remained silent and retreated

gaze lingered on Mark’s

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whispered, “He was rejected.

see,” Zoey

no wonder she ignores

the young, charming

cast judgment.

his head in

tongue, Zoey prepared a bowl of wontons and

sat, engulfed by gloom, in

entered, placing the bowl before him, her voice

some. You seem like you haven’t had

whispered a “mom” under his

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

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

in silence,

playfully swatted him, chiding, “Go apologize to her, now. She’s

a mint

stretched on before a

luck on her

Cecilia responded with silence.

a wave of embarrassment overcame Mark, prompting

figure tiptoed in, burrowing under the covers and snuggling

It was Edwin.

gentle tone, Mark inquired, “Want to

clasped Mark’s waist, seeking

as Mark

Mark was startled when the boy

a rasp, Mark

Edwin before he succumbed to

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

Yet, resentment lingered.

from seeking Cecilia out, learning through Edwin of her continued

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

Simon Lewis?

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

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

spirits noticeably