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

had been ages since he'd allowed himself to

inviting under his touch, felt like

called out to

he leaned forward, capturing her lips in

staggered, finding support against

Library Their kisses

rested her head on

through her

prolonged silence, he softly proposed,

us.” “Okay,” she replied, her eyes reddened from

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

master bathroom, she turned the faucet, letting

mirror 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

on, to explore relationships with

craved a

undeniable truth-she

Mark, her heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating with life once

ready. Come, let's eat,” Mark invited,

responded with

emerged, she found him poised at the bedroom doorway. She

door, he lowered his voice a husky note

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

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 tresses, his

a proficient cook, preparing a meal that included

Cecilia indulged heartily.

camera.” In response, Mark brewed a cup of fruit tea, offering it with

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

consequence, and Cecilia was not

to bridge the distance between them, to compensate for

Yet, three years of silence, coupled with significant age

to

exchange,

subdued tone, she requested, “When you see Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best earlier” “It's on me,”

apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia,

underpinning their interactions,

I have more to

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

to the dishes, Cecilia

solace by the window, initiating a call

a stark contrast to the impulsive

she ended the call, her gaze falling upon

unease overtook

a man for the first time, nervously

Look stunning,” Mark complimented

blush crept across

the bathroom. Soon, the sound of

decided the bed was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before climbing into bed. Now Clutching a pillow, she pressed

Mark's slightly chilled body

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

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

Cecilia fell silent.

on until he presumed she had withdrawn into sleep.

reached out, extinguishing

into the crook

barely above a whisper, confessed, “Actually, if you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need to

warmth spread from

both inhaled softly, each wary of betraying their desires. Yet, such things

mounting tension,

kissed her, his free hand began to ease

tender, beckoned him as she gazed

He answered without words.

small box, setting it aside before his lips eagerly found

bathed

shadows danced

merged, the night air was

deepened the

their passion subsided, the clock

head rested on his shoulder, her raven tresses

accelerate the thaw in their

skin, her

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

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

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

work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my mom if you

you to see your

Cecilia's smile was faint.

have the courage to go see

darkness, Mark's voice carried a hint

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