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

he'd allowed himself

and inviting under his touch,

voice, quivering, called

forward, capturing her lips in a passionate French

support against the

Library Their kisses were fervent,

that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her tears a silent

hand brushed through her

a prolonged silence, he softly proposed,

us.” “Okay,” she replied, her

“Freshen up in the bathroom.

letting cool water cascade over her face

reflected her

eyes were tinged with red, her

Cecilia caught her breath.

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

on, to

a

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

with Mark, her heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating with

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

responded with a

poised at the bedroom doorway. She

he lowered

it's enchanting.”

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.

proficient cook, preparing a

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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

the warm yellow lighting complementing the

seemed a natural consequence, and Cecilia

bridge the distance between them, to

Yet, three years of silence, coupled with significant age disparities and

mutual interest appeared to be their discussions

exchange, Cecilia's

she requested, “When you see Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I

apologies.” An ensuing silence

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

here. I have more to share.” Cecilia

and a shared life; pretense was unnecessary

to the dishes, Cecilia opted for a

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

a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of her

a brief conversation, she ended the call, her gaze falling upon

sudden unease overtook

with a man for the first

Look stunning,” Mark

blush crept

Soon, the sound of

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

steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly

looking up to inquire, “Did

he caught her hand, drawing her close, and reassured her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long

Cecilia fell silent.

until he presumed she had withdrawn into

reached out,

her face into the

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

warmth spread from his

of betraying their desires. Yet, such things

Unable to resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the back

began to ease her bathrobe from her

voice, vulnerable and tender, beckoned

He answered without words.

box, setting it aside before his lips

bathed

danced

their bodies merged, the night air was

deepened the night's

time their passion subsided, the

head rested on his shoulder, her

to accelerate the thaw in

caressed his warm skin,

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

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

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

work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my

I'l accompany you to see

Cecilia's smile was faint.

do you have the courage to go see my

carried a hint

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