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.

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

since he'd allowed himself to look at

under his touch, felt

called

leaned forward, capturing her lips in

finding support against the kitchen

Their kisses were fervent,

that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her tears a silent

brushed through her long hair,

he softly proposed,

“Okay,” she replied,

“Freshen up in

letting cool water cascade

reflected

eyes were tinged with red, her complexion

Cecilia caught her breath.

elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over

to move on, to explore relationships with

craved a fresh

pointed out the undeniable

her heart seemed

Come, let's eat,” Mark

with a

she emerged, she found him poised at the bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze, intending to sidestep him, but he halted her

her against the door, he lowered his voice a husky

it's enchanting.”

isn't your best tactic.” Her eyes, still tinged with red, betrayed her emotions as she added, “I don’t 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 caressed her

proficient cook, preparing a meal that included

Cecilia indulged heartily.

pounds don't translate well on camera.” In response, Mark brewed a cup of fruit tea, offering it with a reassurance, “This is

complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of the tastefully

consequence, and

harbored desires to bridge the distance between them, to compensate for

with significant age

appeared to be their discussions about

brief exchange, Cecilia's smile

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

your apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped

fervent urgency underpinning their interactions, leaving little room for verbal communication. Now, a palpable

deepened, Mark proposed, “Stay here. I have more to share.” Cecilia harbored

by intimacy and a shared life; pretense was unnecessary

Mark attended to the dishes, Cecilia

window, initiating a call home, received

stark contrast to the impulsive boldness

she ended the call, her gaze falling upon

unease overtook

man for the first time, nervously adjusting her crimson silk

Look stunning,”

crept across Cecilia's

bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled the

waiting on the sofa but eventually decided the bed was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised

steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly chilled

looking up to inquire, “Did you have

her hand, drawing her close, and reassured her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious

Cecilia fell silent.

until he presumed she had withdrawn into

she reached out,

nestled her face into the crook of his

confessed, “Actually, if you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You

warmth spread

desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and soon their breaths

Unable to resist the mounting tension, Mark

her, his free hand began to ease

tender, beckoned him as

He answered without words.

to the bedside table, he retrieved a small box, setting

bathed

shadows danced upon

night air was

deepened the

time their passion subsided,

his shoulder, her raven

promised to accelerate the

caressed his warm skin,

did you ever think of me?” “Every single day. I longed for you, for Edwin, for

Did thoughts of me ever cross your mind?” he inquired, lowering

fond and painful, but you were always there, in my

Join me in visiting my

you to see your

Cecilia's smile was faint.

the courage to go

the darkness, Mark's voice carried a hint

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