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 and intense as he gently

allowed

under his touch, felt like

quivering, called out to

capturing her lips in

finding support against

Library Their kisses were fervent,

embrace. Cecilia rested

her long hair, comforting

softly proposed,

“Okay,” she replied, her eyes reddened

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

letting cool water cascade over her face

mirror reflected her

tinged with red, her complexion

Cecilia caught her breath.

time since she'd last blushed, a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the years, he

move on, to explore relationships with

a

pointed out the undeniable truth-she hadn't

heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating

eat,” Mark invited, his tone

with

found him poised at the bedroom doorway. She averted her

against the door, he lowered

it's enchanting.”

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 precluded the need for explicit statements. He understood her hesitation to physically rekindle their relationship prematurely.

cook, preparing a meal that

Cecilia indulged heartily.

cup of fruit tea, offering it with a reassurance, “This is a one-time indulgence. I'll prepare a salad for you tomorrow.”

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

a natural consequence, and Cecilia

bridge the distance between them, to compensate

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

to be their discussions

a brief exchange,

subdued tone, she requested, “When you see Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my

apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and

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

deepened, Mark proposed, “Stay here. I have more to share.” Cecilia harbored

was marked by intimacy and a shared life;

the dishes, Cecilia opted for

the window, initiating a call home,

voice was faint, a stark contrast to the

conversation, she ended the

unease

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

stunning,” Mark

blush crept across Cecilia's

smiled, retreating to the bathroom. Soon, the

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 pressed her face against

bathroom, Mark's

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

“It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet, there's nothing to worry about.” He wouldn't

Cecilia fell silent.

he presumed she had withdrawn into sleep.

reached out, extinguishing

nestled her face into the crook

barely above a whisper, confessed, “Actually, 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 her

warmth spread from his

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

to resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the back

hand began to

Her voice, vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as she

He answered without words.

retrieved a small box, setting

moonlight bathed the

danced upon the

air was punctuated

the

passion subsided, the

shoulder, her raven tresses cascading over

promised to accelerate the thaw in

his warm skin, her voice a

of me?” “Every single day. I longed for you, for

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

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

work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my

accompany you to

Cecilia's smile was faint.

have the courage to go see my parents?” she

the darkness, Mark's voice carried a hint

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