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

ages since he'd allowed himself to

and inviting under his touch,

called out

leaned forward, capturing her lips in a passionate French

support against

kisses

no further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her

brushed through her long hair,

a prolonged silence, he softly proposed,

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

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

letting cool water cascade over her

reflected

tinged with

Cecilia caught her breath.

blushed, a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the

attempted to move on, to explore relationships with

craved a fresh

it just wouldn't work. Her brother had pointed out the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved past

her heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating with

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

responded with a simple

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

he lowered

it's enchanting.”

rush things between us." Their maturity precluded the need for explicit statements. He understood her hesitation

cook, preparing a meal that included her

Cecilia indulged heartily.

a twinge of regret surfaced. She patted her slightly protruding belly, lamenting, “Extra pounds don't translate well on camera.” In response, Mark brewed a cup of fruit tea, offering

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

seemed a natural consequence, and Cecilia was

distance

with significant age disparities and differing social

appeared to be

a brief exchange,

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

silence enveloped Mark and

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

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

life; pretense was

to the dishes, Cecilia opted for

window, initiating a

stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of her youth.

ended the

unease overtook

a man for the first time, nervously adjusting her

stunning,” Mark

blush crept

bathroom. Soon, the sound of running

waiting on the sofa but eventually 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

a steam-filled bathroom, Mark's

instinctively curled into his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you have

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

Cecilia fell silent.

he presumed

she reached out, extinguishing

her face into the

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

spread from

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

mounting tension,

kissed her, his free hand began to ease her

vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as she

He answered without words.

a small box, setting it aside before his lips eagerly

bathed the

danced

the night air was punctuated by their

the night's

passion subsided, the clock struck 3:00

head rested on his shoulder,

intimate reconnection promised to accelerate the thaw in

his warm skin, her voice a

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

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

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

work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my

to see your parents,”

Cecilia's smile was faint.

courage to go see my parents?” she

the darkness, Mark's voice carried a

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