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.

deep and intense as he gently caressed her

allowed himself to look at her

and inviting under his

quivering, called out to

her lips

staggered, finding support

kisses were

embrace. Cecilia rested her

her long

a prolonged silence, he softly proposed, “You must

us.” “Okay,” she replied,

in the bathroom. We'll eat once you're done.” Cecilia

turned the faucet, letting cool water cascade over her face to regain

mirror reflected her

were tinged with red, her complexion

Cecilia caught her breath.

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

had attempted to move on, to explore relationships with

a

undeniable truth-she

seemed to reawaken, pulsating

eat,”

with

she emerged, she found him poised at the bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze, intending to sidestep him, but he halted her

the door, he lowered his voice

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

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. Respecting her boundaries, he caressed her dark

a proficient cook, preparing a meal that

Cecilia indulged heartily.

a cup of fruit tea, offering it with a reassurance, “This is a one-time indulgence. I'll prepare a salad for you tomorrow.” “You understand me well,” Cecilia acknowledged, sipping her

was comforting, the warm yellow lighting complementing

seemed a natural consequence, and Cecilia was

distance between them,

of silence, coupled with significant age

appeared to be their discussions about

brief exchange, Cecilia's

Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my

your apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia, their

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

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

shared life; pretense was unnecessary when he

dishes, Cecilia

the window, initiating a call home, received

a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of her

the call, her gaze falling upon

sudden unease

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

stunning,”

crept across Cecilia's

bathroom. Soon, the

the bed was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th i

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

curled into his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's casual affirmation concerned her,

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.

stretched on until he presumed she had

out, extinguishing the

face into the crook of his

if you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You

spread

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

resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled

he kissed her, his free hand began

voice, vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as she gazed

He answered without words.

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

moonlight bathed the

danced upon

merged, the night air was punctuated by their shared

deepened the

the time their passion subsided,

on his shoulder, her

to accelerate

his warm skin, her voice a

“Every single day. I longed for you, for Edwin, for the unborn child within you,” Mark confessed,

you? Did thoughts of me ever cross your mind?” he inquired, lowering his gaze

were always there, in my thoughts.” ANGELA'sLIBRARY

me in visiting my mom if

you to see

Cecilia's smile was faint.

courage to go see my parents?” she

Mark's voice carried a hint of

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