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.

his gaze deep

been ages since he'd allowed himself to look at

warm and inviting under his touch, felt like his

quivering, called out

her lips in

finding support against the

kisses

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

brushed through her long hair,

softly proposed, “You

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

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

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

mirror reflected

were tinged

Cecilia caught her breath.

a considerable time since she'd last blushed, a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the years, he alone had the power to stir such profound

had 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

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

eat,”

with a simple

bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze, intending to

the door, he lowered his

it's

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

was a proficient cook, preparing a

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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

the warm yellow lighting complementing

natural consequence, and

distance between them, to compensate for lost

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

mutual interest appeared to be

a brief exchange,

could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best earlier”

your apologies.” An ensuing silence

their connection was primarily physical, a fervent urgency underpinning their interactions,

I have more

intimacy and a shared life; pretense was unnecessary

attended to the dishes, Cecilia opted for a

by the window, initiating a call home, received

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

the call,

unease

was with a man for the first time,

Look stunning,”

blush crept across Cecilia's

bathroom. Soon, the sound of running

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

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

shiver; she 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 I'm cautious with

Cecilia fell silent.

he presumed she

she reached out,

nestled her face into

have rejected you. You didn’t need to

spread from his

both inhaled softly, each wary of betraying their desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and soon their breaths quickened in

to resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the back of

began to ease her bathrobe from

and tender, beckoned him as she gazed

He answered without words.

setting

bathed the

danced upon

their bodies merged, the night air was

the night's

passion subsided, the clock struck

on his shoulder, her raven

intimate reconnection promised to accelerate the thaw in their

warm skin, her voice a

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

me ever cross your mind?” he

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

have work tomorrow? Join me in

you to see your

Cecilia's smile was faint.

do you have the courage to go see my parents?”

voice carried

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