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.

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

allowed himself to

warm and inviting under his touch,

quivering, called

forward, capturing her lips in a

staggered, finding support

Library Their kisses

no further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head

her

a prolonged silence, he softly proposed,

“Okay,” she replied, her eyes reddened from crying.

up in the bathroom. We'll eat once you're

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

mirror reflected her

Her eyes were tinged with red,

Cecilia caught her breath.

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

to move on, to

a

had pointed out the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved

Mark, her heart seemed to

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

with a

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

her against the door, he lowered his voice a husky

it's enchanting.” Cecilia's

“I don’t want to rush things between us." Their maturity precluded the need for explicit statements. He understood her hesitation

preparing

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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

ambiance was comforting, the warm yellow lighting complementing the

a natural consequence, and Cecilia was

desires to bridge the distance between them, to compensate for

three years of silence, coupled with significant age disparities

mutual interest appeared to

exchange, Cecilia's

tone, she requested, “When you see Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my

silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia,

physical, a fervent urgency underpinning their interactions,

“Stay here. I have more to share.” Cecilia harbored no

life; pretense was unnecessary when he suggested they converse

dishes,

solace by the window, initiating a

faint, a stark contrast to the

brief conversation, she ended the call,

unease

man for the first time, nervously adjusting her

Look stunning,” Mark complimented

blush crept across Cecilia's

to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of

was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before

from a steam-filled bathroom, Mark's

inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's casual affirmation concerned her, sparking

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

Cecilia fell silent.

until he presumed

reached out, extinguishing the

into

you. You didn’t need to take that cold shower.” Mark remained silent, his

warmth spread from

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

tension, Mark cradled the back of her

free hand began

and tender, beckoned

He answered without words.

to the bedside table, he retrieved a small box, setting it

bathed the

shadows danced

bodies merged, the night air was

the night's

the time their passion subsided, the clock struck

rested on his shoulder, her

promised to accelerate the thaw in their

warm skin, her

day. I longed for you, for Edwin,

ever cross your mind?” he inquired, lowering

you were always there, in my thoughts.” ANGELA'sLIBRARY Mark pressed a kiss

have work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my mom if you

I'l accompany you to

Cecilia's smile was faint.

do you have the courage to go

carried a hint of playful

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