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.

off the gas stove, his gaze deep and intense

since he'd allowed himself to

warm and inviting under

quivering, called

leaned forward, capturing her lips

support

Their kisses were

embrace. Cecilia rested her

hand brushed through her long

a prolonged silence, he softly proposed,

prepare something for us.” “Okay,” she

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

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

mirror reflected

were tinged with red, her complexion

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

attempted to move on, to explore relationships with

craved a

wouldn't work. Her brother had pointed out the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved past Mark because her

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

Come, let's eat,” Mark

responded with a simple

poised at the bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze, intending

her against the door, he lowered his voice

it's

Her eyes, still tinged with red, betrayed her emotions as she added, “I don’t want to rush things between us." Their maturity precluded

was a proficient cook, preparing

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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 it with a reassurance,

lighting complementing the

a natural consequence, and Cecilia

desires to bridge the distance between them, to

of silence, coupled with significant age disparities

appeared to be their discussions about

exchange, Cecilia's

apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best earlier” “It's on me,” Mark interjected, playfully pinching Cecilia's

An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and

underpinning their interactions, leaving little room for verbal

“Stay here. I have more

intimacy and a shared life; pretense

to the dishes, Cecilia opted

by the window, initiating a call home, received by

contrast to the impulsive

she ended the

unease

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

stunning,” Mark complimented

blush crept across

the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running

th i i She chastised herself before

from a steam-filled bathroom, Mark's

looking up to inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's casual affirmation concerned her, sparking worry for his

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

Cecilia fell silent.

he presumed she

reached out, extinguishing the

her face into the crook

“Actually, if you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold shower.”

warmth spread

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

Unable to resist the mounting tension,

her, his free hand began

vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as she gazed

He answered without words.

table, he retrieved a small box, setting it aside before his lips eagerly found hers once

bathed the

danced upon

merged, the night air was punctuated by their

deepened the

passion subsided, the

shoulder, her

to accelerate the thaw in their

she caressed his warm skin,

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

Did thoughts of me ever cross your mind?” he

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

have work tomorrow? Join me

to see

Cecilia's smile was faint.

have the courage to go see my

Mark's voice carried a hint of playful

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