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.

the gas stove, his gaze deep and

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

skin, warm and inviting under his

quivering, called

leaned forward, capturing her lips in a

finding support against the kitchen

kisses were fervent,

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

brushed through her long hair, comforting

softly proposed,

prepare something for us.” “Okay,” she

“Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll

the faucet, letting cool water cascade over her face to

reflected

Her eyes were tinged with red, her

Cecilia caught her breath.

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

had attempted to move on, to explore relationships

a fresh

undeniable truth-she hadn't moved past

Mark, her heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating with life

eat,” Mark invited, his

responded with a

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

door, he lowered his voice a husky note

complexion... it's

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 tresses,

a proficient cook, preparing a

Cecilia indulged heartily.

cup of fruit tea, offering it with a reassurance, “This is

ambiance was comforting, the warm yellow lighting complementing the cool,

a natural consequence, and Cecilia was not

harbored desires to bridge the distance between

years of silence, coupled with significant age disparities and differing

appeared to be their

a brief exchange, Cecilia's smile

see Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf?

silence enveloped Mark

underpinning their interactions,

I have more to share.” Cecilia

life; pretense was unnecessary when he suggested

Mark attended to the dishes, Cecilia opted for

she found solace by the window, initiating

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

conversation, she ended the call,

sudden unease overtook

though she was with a man for the first

stunning,”

crept across Cecilia's

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

own timidity, she reasoned th

bathroom, Mark's slightly

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

quilt’s embrace, he caught her hand, drawing her close, and reassured her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long

Cecilia fell silent.

until he presumed she had withdrawn

she reached out, extinguishing the

her face into the crook of

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

warmth spread from his

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

Unable to resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the

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

vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as she gazed

He answered without words.

retrieved a small box, setting it aside before his lips eagerly found

moonlight bathed the

shadows danced upon

night air was punctuated by

the night's

subsided,

on his shoulder, her raven

intimate reconnection promised to accelerate the thaw

his warm skin, her voice a soft

single day. I longed for you, for

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

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

you have work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my mom if you

you to see your parents,” he

Cecilia's smile was faint.

to go see my

Mark's voice carried a hint

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