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.

gaze deep and intense as

he'd allowed himself to look at

skin, warm and inviting under his touch, felt

voice, quivering, called out

capturing her lips in a

finding support

kisses were fervent,

rested her head on his shoulder, her tears a silent

her

prolonged silence, he softly proposed,

for us.” “Okay,” she

patting her shoulder, Mark suggested, “Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll eat

turned the faucet, letting cool water cascade over her

reflected

eyes were tinged with red, her

Cecilia caught her breath.

could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the years, he alone had the power to stir such

on,

craved a

had pointed out the undeniable

heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating with life once

eat,” Mark invited, his tone

with

the bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze, intending

her against the door, he lowered his voice a husky note

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

best tactic.” Her eyes, still tinged with red, betrayed her emotions as she added, “I don’t want to rush things between us."

cook, preparing a

Cecilia indulged heartily.

response, Mark brewed a cup of fruit tea,

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

consequence, and Cecilia

distance between them, to

silence, coupled with significant age disparities and differing social circles, had erected

mutual interest appeared to be their discussions

a brief exchange, Cecilia's

you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best earlier” “It's on me,”

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

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

night deepened, Mark proposed, “Stay here. I have more to share.” Cecilia harbored no

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

the dishes,

the window,

stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of

she ended the call, her gaze falling upon

unease overtook

as though she was with a man for the first time, nervously adjusting her crimson silk

stunning,” Mark complimented

blush crept

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

with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before climbing into bed. Now

Mark's slightly chilled body joined

to inquire, “Did you have a cold

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

Cecilia fell silent.

presumed she had

out, extinguishing

face into

I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need to

spread

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

resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled

his free hand began to ease her bathrobe from her

voice, vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as

He answered without words.

table, he retrieved a small box, setting it aside before his lips eagerly found hers once

moonlight bathed the

shadows danced upon the

air was punctuated by

the night's

time their passion subsided, the

his shoulder, her raven tresses

promised to accelerate the thaw in their

warm skin, her

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

thoughts of me ever cross your mind?”

Cecilia confessed, “Constantly. Memories, both fond and painful, but you were always there, in my thoughts.” ANGELA'sLIBRARY Mark pressed a

me in visiting my mom if you

I'l accompany you to see your

Cecilia's smile was faint.

to go see my

darkness, Mark's voice carried a

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