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.

off the gas stove, his gaze deep

been ages since he'd allowed himself to look at

inviting under his touch,

voice, quivering, called

her lips in a

support against the kitchen

Their kisses

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

her

prolonged silence, he softly proposed, “You must

she replied, her eyes

“Freshen up in the bathroom.

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

reflected her

Her eyes were tinged with red,

Cecilia caught her breath.

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

had attempted to move on, to explore relationships

craved a

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

Mark, her heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating

ready. Come, let's eat,” Mark

responded with

the bedroom doorway. She averted her

lowered his voice a husky note

complexion... it's enchanting.”

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,

was a proficient cook, preparing a meal

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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

lighting complementing the cool,

seemed a natural consequence, and Cecilia

harbored desires to bridge the distance

three years of silence, coupled with significant age

sole mutual interest appeared to be

brief exchange, Cecilia's

you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best

silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia, their

urgency underpinning their interactions, leaving little room for verbal communication.

I have

life; pretense was unnecessary when he

Mark attended to the dishes, Cecilia opted for a

solace by the window, initiating a call home, received

contrast to the impulsive boldness

a brief conversation, she ended the call,

unease overtook

was with a man for the first time, nervously adjusting her crimson silk

Look stunning,” Mark complimented

blush crept across

the sound of

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

a steam-filled bathroom, Mark's

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

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,

nestled her face into

barely above a whisper, confessed, “Actually, if you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold shower.” Mark remained silent, his hand gently tracing

spread

both inhaled softly, each wary of betraying their desires. Yet, such

to resist the mounting tension,

hand began

vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as

He answered without words.

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

moonlight bathed the

danced upon

merged, the night air was

the night's

passion subsided, the clock

his shoulder, her raven

reconnection promised to accelerate the thaw in

his warm skin, her

those two years, did you ever think of me?” “Every single day. I longed for you,

cross your mind?”

but you were always there, in

tomorrow? Join me in visiting my mom

to see your parents,” he

Cecilia's smile was faint.

the courage to go see my

Mark's voice carried a hint of playful

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