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.

deep and intense as he gently

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

inviting under

voice, quivering, called

forward, capturing her

finding support against the

kisses

rested her head

brushed through her long hair, comforting

prolonged silence, he softly proposed, “You

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

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

faucet, letting cool

mirror reflected her

Her eyes were tinged with red, her complexion

Cecilia caught her breath.

she'd last blushed, a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the years,

move on, to

craved a

it just wouldn't work. Her brother had pointed out the undeniable truth-she

her heart seemed to reawaken,

eat,” Mark invited, his tone

with a

She averted her gaze, intending to sidestep him, but

her against the door, he lowered his voice a husky note

flushed complexion... it's

tinged with red, betrayed her emotions as she added, “I don’t want to rush things between us." Their maturity precluded the need

was a proficient cook, preparing a meal that included her

Cecilia indulged heartily.

a cup of fruit tea, offering it with a

lighting complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior

seemed a natural consequence, and Cecilia was

bridge the distance between

significant

sole mutual interest appeared to be

exchange,

you see Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my

ensuing silence

the past, their connection was primarily physical, a fervent urgency underpinning their interactions,

Mark proposed, “Stay here. I have more to

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

Mark attended to the dishes, Cecilia

window, initiating a

faint, a stark contrast to

a brief conversation, she ended the call, her

unease

as though she was with a man for the first

Look stunning,” Mark complimented

blush crept across Cecilia's

Soon, the sound of running water filled

the sofa but eventually decided the bed was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before climbing into bed. Now Clutching a pillow,

steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly

“Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's casual

drawing her close, and reassured her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet, there's nothing to worry

Cecilia fell silent.

he presumed

reached out,

into the

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

spread from his

Yet, such things defy restraint, and

tension, Mark cradled

hand began to ease her bathrobe from her

and tender, beckoned him as she

He answered without words.

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

bathed

shadows danced upon

air was punctuated by their shared

the

subsided, the clock

his shoulder, her raven tresses cascading

reconnection promised to accelerate the thaw in their

she caressed his warm skin, her voice a soft

ever think of me?” “Every single day. I longed

your mind?” he inquired, lowering his

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

me

to see

Cecilia's smile was faint.

have the courage to go see

voice carried a

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