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.

gas stove, his gaze deep and intense

had been ages since he'd allowed himself to look at her

warm and inviting under his

called out

leaned forward, capturing her lips in a

staggered, finding support against the kitchen

kisses were

Cecilia rested her head

hand brushed through her

silence, he softly

something for us.” “Okay,” she replied,

“Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll eat

in the master bathroom, she turned the faucet, letting cool water cascade

reflected

eyes were tinged with red, her complexion

Cecilia caught her breath.

Despite the

to move on, to explore relationships

craved a fresh

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

seemed to

let's eat,” Mark invited,

responded with a simple

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

the door, he lowered his

flushed complexion... it's enchanting.”

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 dark

cook, preparing a meal that included

Cecilia indulged heartily.

of fruit tea, offering it with a reassurance, “This is a one-time indulgence. I'll

ambiance was comforting, the warm yellow lighting complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of the tastefully

a natural consequence, and Cecilia was not

to bridge the distance between them, to compensate for

significant age disparities and differing social circles, had erected

interest appeared to be

brief exchange, Cecilia's

Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best

apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia,

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

Mark proposed, “Stay here. I

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

Mark attended to the dishes, Cecilia opted for

she found solace by the window, initiating a

a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of

she ended the

sudden unease overtook

for the first time, nervously adjusting her crimson

stunning,”

blush crept across

smiled, retreating to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled

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

bathroom, Mark's slightly chilled

“Did

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

Cecilia fell silent.

until he presumed she had withdrawn into sleep.

out, extinguishing the

into the crook of his

have rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold shower.” Mark remained

warmth spread from his

each wary of betraying their desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and soon their

to resist the mounting tension,

began to ease her bathrobe

and tender, beckoned him

He answered without words.

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

bathed the

danced upon the

bodies merged, the night air was punctuated by their shared

the night's

time their passion subsided, the

shoulder,

reconnection promised to accelerate the

caressed his warm skin,

I longed for you, for

Did thoughts of me ever cross your

both fond and painful, but you were always there, in my thoughts.” ANGELA'sLIBRARY Mark pressed a kiss to

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I'l accompany you to see

Cecilia's smile was faint.

you have the courage to go

voice carried a hint

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