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.

stove, his gaze deep and intense

allowed himself to look

under his touch, felt like

voice, quivering, called out to

leaned forward, capturing her lips in a passionate French

support against

Library Their kisses

Cecilia rested

brushed through her long hair,

softly proposed, “You must

us.” “Okay,” she replied, her

up in the bathroom. We'll eat once you're

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

reflected

Her eyes were tinged with red, her

Cecilia caught her breath.

a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the years, he alone had the power to stir such profound emotion within

had attempted to move on, to explore

a

brother had pointed out the undeniable truth-she

Mark, her heart seemed to

eat,” Mark invited, his tone

with

She averted her gaze, intending to

against the door, he lowered his voice a husky

complexion... it's enchanting.” Cecilia's

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

proficient cook, preparing a meal

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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.

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

seemed a natural consequence,

distance between them,

Yet, three years of silence, coupled with significant

sole mutual interest appeared to be

a brief exchange, Cecilia's smile

my behalf? I wasn't

silence enveloped

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

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

a shared life; pretense was unnecessary when he suggested they converse

dishes, Cecilia opted for

found solace by the window, initiating a call home, received by

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

brief conversation, she ended the call, her

sudden unease overtook

though she was with a man for

stunning,” Mark complimented

crept across

the sound of running water filled

timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before climbing into bed. Now Clutching a pillow, she

Mark's slightly chilled body joined

“Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's casual

the quilt’s embrace, he caught her hand, drawing her close, and reassured her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet, there's nothing to worry

Cecilia fell silent.

he presumed she

reached out,

her face into the

I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold shower.” Mark remained silent,

spread

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

to resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled

hand began to ease her bathrobe

and tender, beckoned him

He answered without words.

a small box, setting it aside

moonlight bathed the

shadows danced upon

their bodies merged, the night air was punctuated by their shared

deepened the night's

the time their passion subsided, the

his shoulder, her raven tresses

accelerate

warm skin, her voice a

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

your mind?” he inquired, lowering his gaze to meet

slightly, Cecilia confessed, “Constantly. Memories, both fond and painful, but you were always there, in my

me in visiting my mom

to

Cecilia's smile was faint.

you have the courage to go see

carried a hint of playful

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