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.

gaze deep and intense as he gently caressed

had been ages since he'd allowed himself to look at her

under his

called

her lips

support against the

kisses were fervent,

no further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her tears a silent

brushed through her long hair, comforting

silence, he softly

for us.” “Okay,” she replied, her eyes reddened

Mark suggested, “Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll eat once you're done.”

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

mirror reflected her

eyes were tinged with red, her

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

move on, to explore

a

it just wouldn't work. Her brother had pointed out the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved past Mark because her feelings for

heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating with

eat,” Mark

with a simple

bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze, intending to sidestep him, but he halted her

the door, he lowered his

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

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

preparing a meal that

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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

was comforting, the warm yellow lighting complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of

a natural consequence,

the distance between them, to

Yet, three years of silence, coupled with significant age disparities and differing social circles, had erected

sole mutual interest appeared to

brief exchange, Cecilia's

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

silence enveloped Mark and

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

I have more to share.”

marked by intimacy and a shared life; pretense was

the dishes, Cecilia

window, initiating a call home, received by

contrast to the

she ended the call, her gaze

unease

with a man for the

Look stunning,” Mark

crept across

smiled, retreating to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running

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

Mark's slightly chilled body

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

quilt’s embrace, he caught her hand, drawing her close, and reassured her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet,

Cecilia fell silent.

presumed

she reached out, extinguishing the

into the

rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold shower.” Mark remained silent, his hand gently tracing her

warmth spread

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

Unable to resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the back of

his free hand began to ease her bathrobe from

tender, beckoned him as

He answered without words.

the bedside table, he retrieved a small box, setting it aside before

bathed

danced upon

bodies merged, the night air was punctuated by their

deepened the

subsided, the clock

shoulder, her raven tresses

promised to accelerate the thaw in

she caressed his warm skin, her

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

of me ever cross your mind?”

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

tomorrow? Join me in

accompany you to see

Cecilia's smile was faint.

have the courage to

voice carried a hint of

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