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'd allowed himself to

inviting under his

called out to

he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a

finding support against the kitchen

Their kisses

they went no further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her tears a

brushed through her long hair, comforting

prolonged silence, he softly

for us.” “Okay,” she

“Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll eat once you're done.”

letting cool water cascade

reflected

Her eyes were tinged with red, her

Cecilia caught her breath.

reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the

on, to explore relationships with

craved a fresh

undeniable truth-she hadn't moved past Mark because her feelings

reunited with Mark, her heart seemed to reawaken,

ready. Come, let's eat,” Mark

responded with

poised at the bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze,

lowered his voice a husky

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

proficient cook, preparing

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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

ambiance was comforting, the warm yellow lighting complementing

natural consequence, and

distance between

with significant age disparities and differing

appeared to be their discussions

exchange,

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 interjected, playfully

your apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia, their gazes

connection was primarily physical, a fervent urgency underpinning their interactions, leaving little room

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

a shared life; pretense was unnecessary when he suggested they

the dishes, Cecilia

by the window, initiating a call home,

was faint, a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of her youth.

conversation, she ended the call,

unease

though she was with a man for the first time, nervously adjusting

Look stunning,” Mark complimented

blush crept across

retreating to the bathroom. Soon, the

was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i

a steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly

coolness made Cecilia shiver; she instinctively curled into his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's casual affirmation

and reassured her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet, there's nothing

Cecilia fell silent.

on until he presumed she had

she reached out, extinguishing the

her face into the crook of his

if you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold shower.” Mark remained silent, his hand gently tracing

warmth spread from his

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

resist the mounting tension,

he kissed her, his free hand began to ease her bathrobe from

tender, beckoned him

He answered without words.

small box, setting it aside

bathed the

shadows danced upon the

their bodies merged, the night air

the night's

time their passion subsided,

head rested on his shoulder,

to accelerate

caressed his warm skin, her voice

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

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

were always there, in my thoughts.”

Join me in

I'l accompany you to see your

Cecilia's smile was faint.

you have the courage to go

darkness, Mark's voice carried a hint

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