A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1921-1930

When they arrived at the apartment, it was already ten o'clock.

Mark was on his best behavior.

He asked her to sit on the sofa while he cut some fruits for her.

Then, he handed her a tablet PC so that she could watch a drama series or whatever she liked while he was in the kitchen.

Cecilia didn’t know whether she had made the right decision or not.

But now that she was here, there was no use thinking it over anymore.

She made herself comfortable in the sofa as she watched the TV show on the tablet. From time to time, her eyes would wander and catch a glimpse of Mark.

Angela's Library From the corner of her eyes, she noticed how well-maintained Mark's physique was.

Although he was in his 40s, the shape of his body was just as good when she first met him.

Before she knew it, Cecilia found herself staring at him as though she was in a trance.

Mark took out a glass of milk. When he saw her in a daze, he gently pinched her cheek and told her, “Have a glass of milk first.

Cecilia shook her head.

“I've already had a candy. I'll definitely get fatter if I have milk now as well as midnight snacks later.” She anticipated Mark to say that she wasn't fat.

Instead, he looked at her and smiled. His eyes looked deep, as if staring at them would cause her to drown.

“I think you're worried that you might not look as good on camera. If that's what you're worried about, then from now on, I'll cook you nutritious food low on calories.” Hearing this, Cecilia pursed her lips before they slowly curved into a smile.

Mark lowered his head and kissed her again.

“I want to do you so badly,” he whispered in her ear.

“But not today.” What? As Cecilia watched him walk back to the kitchen, memories of the past flashed in her mind. For a second, she thought she had been transported Koos Mark was wearing a white shirt and iron gray suit pants.

The hem of his shirt was neatly tucked in, accentuating his strong waist. Cecilia thought that her arms fitted perfectly around his waist.

Cecilia was not a naive girl anymore.

She thought she being here was already dropping hints to Mark.

But now, she wanted to make it even clearer.

Without making a noise, she walked over and hugged him from behind.

As soon as he felt her arms wrapped around him, Mark’s body stiffened. After a while, a gentle smile broke on his face.

“This will still take some time. Are you hungry already?” She buried her face in Mark's back.

“Mark,” she murmured.

“Do you want to clarify our relationship this time?” Mark gulped as he nodded.

“How about you be my girlfriend? That way, I'll be under your scrutiny. If you are not satisfied with me, then you can dump me any time you want.” As Cecilia heard these words, she almost burst into tears.

She pressed her face harder against his back and muttered, “During this period, I won't be going on any blind date, while you are not allowed to be close to any married woman. Got it?” Mark smiled.

“Got it. I have a girlfriend and I'm not available anymore.” For a while, Cecilia remained silent.

At this moment, Mark was starting to feel his back moisten. He turned around and held her hand.

“Shh... Don't cry, Cecilia,” he comforted her in a hoarse, soothing tone.

“Don’t cry.” Mark felt an urge to turn around.

But Cecilia's grip tightened, her embrace so intense that her nails dug into his skin.

Her body quivered uncontrollably.

In that instant, Mark's resolve wavered, and tears threatened to fall.

Life had thrown myriad challenges his way, teaching him to maintain a facade of tranquility. However, the heartfelt sobbing of the woman he cherished shook his composure.

“Cecilia,” he uttered, his voice laced with emotion.

She offered no response, her face pressed against his back. He was leaner now, but his frame was actually more robust than during his illness.

After what felt like an eternity, her voice, barely above a whisper, broke the silence.

“Does it still hurt?” “The pains gone.” Finally, Mark rotated, his eyes meeting Cecilia's tear-streaked face.

For the first time, he realized reconciliation wouldn't bring sheer joy.

Instead, a profound sorrow engulfed him.

off the gas stove, his gaze deep and intense as he gently caressed

since he'd allowed himself to look

inviting under

called out

leaned forward, capturing her lips in

finding support against the

Library Their kisses

that embrace. Cecilia rested her

hand brushed through her long hair,

prolonged silence, he softly proposed, “You must

“Okay,” she replied,

suggested, “Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll eat once you're

turned the faucet, letting cool water cascade

mirror reflected her

tinged with red,

Cecilia caught her breath.

considerable time since she'd last blushed, a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals

attempted to move on, to explore relationships with

a

brother had pointed out the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved past Mark because her feelings for

seemed to reawaken,

ready. Come, let's eat,” Mark

responded with

at the bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze, intending to sidestep him,

against the door, he lowered

it's enchanting.” Cecilia's

want to rush things between us." Their maturity precluded the need for explicit statements. He understood her hesitation to physically rekindle their relationship prematurely. Respecting her boundaries, he

a proficient cook, preparing

Cecilia indulged heartily.

her slightly protruding belly, lamenting, “Extra pounds don't translate well on camera.” In response, Mark brewed a cup of fruit tea, offering it with a reassurance, “This is a one-time indulgence. I'll prepare a salad for you tomorrow.” “You understand

warm yellow lighting complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of the

natural consequence, and Cecilia was

the distance between them, to compensate for

significant age disparities and

sole mutual interest appeared to be

brief exchange, Cecilia's

requested, “When you see Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best earlier” “It's on me,” Mark

extend your apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark

urgency underpinning their interactions,

the night deepened, Mark proposed, “Stay here. I have

marked by intimacy and a shared life; pretense was unnecessary when he

attended to the dishes, Cecilia opted

by the window, initiating a call

to

conversation, she ended the call, her

unease

with a man for the first time, nervously adjusting her

Look stunning,”

blush crept across

to the bathroom. Soon, the sound

eventually decided the bed was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before climbing into bed.

steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly chilled body joined

inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's casual affirmation concerned her,

her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious

Cecilia fell silent.

presumed she had withdrawn into sleep.

out, extinguishing the

face into the crook of

rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold

warmth spread from his

desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and soon

Unable to resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the

his free hand began to

tender, beckoned him as she

He answered without words.

box, setting it aside before his lips eagerly found hers once

moonlight bathed the

danced upon the

night air was punctuated by

deepened the

time their passion subsided, the

head rested on his shoulder, her raven tresses cascading over

intimate reconnection promised to accelerate

his warm skin, her voice a

day. I longed for you, for Edwin, for the unborn child within you,” Mark confessed, his voice

your

Memories, both fond and painful, but you were always there, in my thoughts.” ANGELA'sLIBRARY Mark

me in

to see your

Cecilia's smile was faint.

do you have the courage to go see my parents?”

the darkness, Mark's voice carried

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