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.

switched off the gas stove, his gaze deep

since he'd allowed

inviting under his touch,

voice, quivering, called out to

he leaned forward, capturing her lips in

staggered, finding support against

kisses were fervent,

rested

hand brushed through her long

prolonged silence, he softly proposed, “You must be

“Okay,” she replied, her eyes reddened from

up in

turned the faucet, letting cool water cascade

reflected

were tinged with red,

Cecilia caught her breath.

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

attempted to move on,

a fresh

had pointed out the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved

seemed

ready. Come, let's eat,”

with a

found him poised at the bedroom doorway. She averted her

door, he lowered

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

us." Their maturity precluded the need for

a proficient cook, preparing a meal that included her

Cecilia indulged heartily.

well 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

complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of

natural consequence, and

desires to bridge the distance between them, to compensate for lost

silence, coupled with significant

sole mutual interest appeared to

a brief exchange, Cecilia's smile

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

apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and

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

proposed, “Stay here. I have more to share.” Cecilia harbored no

and a shared life; pretense was unnecessary when

the dishes,

the window, initiating a call home, received

a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness

the call, her gaze

unease overtook

for the first time, nervously adjusting her crimson

stunning,” Mark

blush crept

the bathroom. Soon, the sound of

with her own timidity, she reasoned th i

a steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly chilled

his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you have

the quilt’s embrace, he caught her hand, drawing her close, and reassured her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet, there's nothing to worry about.”

Cecilia fell silent.

he presumed she had withdrawn into

reached out,

nestled her face into

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

warmth spread

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

tension, Mark cradled the back of

began

vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as she gazed

He answered without words.

box, setting it aside before his lips eagerly found

moonlight bathed the

danced upon the

night air

the night's

the time their passion subsided, the clock struck

on his shoulder, her raven tresses cascading

accelerate the thaw in

caressed his warm skin, her

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

you? Did thoughts of me ever cross your mind?” he

slightly, Cecilia confessed, “Constantly. Memories, both fond and painful, but you were always there, in my thoughts.” ANGELA'sLIBRARY Mark pressed a kiss to her

have work tomorrow? Join me

you to see your parents,”

Cecilia's smile was faint.

have the courage to go see my parents?”

darkness, Mark's voice carried

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255