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

had been ages since he'd allowed

warm and inviting under his

quivering, called out

her lips in a passionate French

support

Their kisses were

Cecilia rested her head

through her

prolonged silence, he softly

us.” “Okay,” she replied, her eyes

suggested, “Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll eat

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

mirror reflected

eyes were tinged with red, her complexion

Cecilia caught her breath.

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

on, to explore relationships

craved a fresh

the undeniable truth-she hadn't

seemed to reawaken, pulsating with

ready. Come, let's eat,” Mark invited, his tone

with a simple

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

door, he lowered his voice

flushed complexion... it's

shove, 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. Respecting her boundaries,

a proficient cook, preparing a

Cecilia indulged heartily.

twinge of regret surfaced. 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, “This is

complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of the

a natural consequence, and Cecilia

distance

with significant age disparities and differing social circles, had

sole mutual interest appeared to

a brief exchange,

see Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't

ensuing silence enveloped Mark

urgency underpinning their interactions, leaving

the night deepened, Mark proposed, “Stay here. I have more to share.” Cecilia harbored no

a shared life; pretense was unnecessary when

the dishes, Cecilia opted for

she found solace by the window, initiating a call home, received

stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of her

conversation, she ended the

unease

was with a man for the

Look stunning,” Mark

blush crept

Soon, the sound of

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.

steam-filled bathroom, Mark's

instinctively curled into his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you

“It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet, there's nothing to worry

Cecilia fell silent.

stretched on until he presumed

she reached out,

nestled her face into the

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

spread from his

their desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and

the mounting tension, Mark cradled

began to ease her bathrobe from

vulnerable and tender, beckoned

He answered without words.

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

bathed

danced

bodies merged, the night air was punctuated by their shared

the

the time their passion subsided, the clock

head rested on his shoulder, her

reconnection promised to accelerate the

she caressed his warm skin, her voice

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

ever cross your mind?” he inquired, lowering

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

have work tomorrow? Join me

I'l accompany you to

Cecilia's smile was faint.

you have the courage to go see my parents?”

carried a hint of playful

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