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.

the gas stove, his gaze deep and intense as he gently

ages since he'd allowed himself

and inviting under

voice, quivering, called out

capturing her lips in a passionate

finding support against

Their kisses were fervent,

Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder,

her long hair,

prolonged silence, he softly proposed, “You

for us.” “Okay,” she replied, her

“Freshen up in the bathroom.

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

reflected

tinged with red,

Cecilia caught her breath.

Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the years, he

to move on, to explore relationships

craved a fresh

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

reunited with Mark, her heart seemed to reawaken,

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

responded with

She

against the door, he lowered his voice a husky note

it's enchanting.” Cecilia's resolve

to rush things between us." Their maturity precluded the need for explicit statements. He understood her hesitation to physically rekindle their

preparing

Cecilia indulged heartily.

don't translate 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

yellow lighting complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of the tastefully

consequence, and

distance

significant age disparities and differing social circles, had erected

sole mutual interest appeared to

brief exchange, Cecilia's smile

Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best earlier” “It's on me,” Mark interjected,

extend 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,

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

was marked by intimacy and a shared life; pretense was unnecessary when

to the dishes, Cecilia opted for a

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

faint, a stark contrast to the impulsive

the call, her gaze

sudden unease overtook

as though she was with a man for

Look stunning,” Mark complimented

crept across Cecilia's

to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled

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

from a steam-filled bathroom, Mark's

inquire, “Did you have

reassured her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my

Cecilia fell silent.

on until he presumed she had withdrawn

she reached out, extinguishing

nestled her face into the crook

I wouldn't have rejected you. You

spread

their desires. Yet, such things defy

tension, Mark cradled the back of her

free hand began to ease

and tender, beckoned

He answered without words.

retrieved a small box, setting it aside before his lips

bathed

danced upon the

air was punctuated by

the

the time their passion subsided, the clock struck 3:00

his shoulder,

reconnection promised to accelerate

warm skin, her voice a soft

single day. I longed for

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

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

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you to

Cecilia's smile was faint.

have the courage to go see my parents?” she

voice carried a hint of

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