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 intense as

ages since he'd allowed himself

under his touch, felt like his

quivering, called out to

her lips in a

finding support against

kisses were

went no further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her tears a silent

her long

softly proposed, “You

us.” “Okay,” she replied,

suggested, “Freshen up in the bathroom.

she turned the faucet, letting cool water cascade over her face to regain her

reflected

Her eyes were tinged with red, her complexion

Cecilia caught her breath.

reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the years, he

move on, to explore relationships

a fresh

work. Her brother had pointed out the undeniable truth-she

heart seemed to

eat,” Mark invited, his

responded with a

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

lowered his voice a husky

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

a gentle shove, chiding, “Flattery isn't your best tactic.” Her eyes, still tinged with red, betrayed her emotions as she added, “I don’t want to rush things between us." Their maturity

was a proficient cook, preparing a

Cecilia indulged heartily.

on camera.” In response, Mark brewed a cup of fruit tea, offering it with a reassurance, “This is a one-time indulgence. I'll prepare a salad for you tomorrow.” “You understand me well,” Cecilia

ambiance was comforting, the warm yellow lighting complementing

seemed a natural consequence, and

bridge the distance between them, to compensate for lost

significant age disparities and differing social circles, had

to be their

exchange,

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

apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark

their interactions, leaving little room for verbal communication. Now, a palpable estrangement

Mark proposed, “Stay here. I have more to

and a shared life;

dishes, Cecilia

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

a stark contrast to the

brief conversation, she ended the call, her gaze

unease

though she was with a man for the first time, nervously

Look stunning,” Mark

crept across Cecilia's

bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled

th i i She chastised herself before climbing into bed. Now Clutching a

from a steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly chilled

his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's

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

Cecilia fell silent.

presumed she had

she reached out, extinguishing the

face into the

if you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold shower.” Mark remained silent, his hand gently tracing

spread

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

resist the mounting tension,

hand began to ease her bathrobe

and tender, beckoned him as she gazed

He answered without words.

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

moonlight bathed

danced upon

the night air

deepened the

subsided, the clock struck 3:00

head rested on his shoulder, her

reconnection promised to accelerate the

his warm skin, her

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

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

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

have work tomorrow? Join me

I'l accompany you to see your parents,” he

Cecilia's smile was faint.

courage to go see

darkness, Mark's voice carried

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