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 caressed her

been ages since he'd allowed himself

skin, warm and inviting under his touch,

called out to

her lips in

support against the kitchen

kisses

rested her head

hand brushed through her long hair, comforting

a prolonged silence, he softly proposed, “You must be

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

suggested, “Freshen up in

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

reflected her

were tinged with red, her

Cecilia caught her breath.

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

on, to

craved a fresh

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 with life once

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

responded with

at the bedroom doorway. She averted

the door, he lowered

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

chiding, “Flattery isn't your best tactic.” Her eyes, still tinged with red, betrayed her emotions as she added, “I don’t want to rush things between us." Their maturity precluded the need for explicit statements. He understood her hesitation to physically rekindle their relationship prematurely. Respecting

was a proficient cook, preparing a meal that included

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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 salad for you tomorrow.” “You understand me well,”

warm yellow lighting complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior

a natural consequence,

desires to bridge the distance between them,

silence, coupled with significant age disparities

appeared to be their discussions

brief exchange,

subdued tone, she requested, “When you see Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my

apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia,

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

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

and a shared life;

Mark attended to the dishes,

window, initiating a call

to the impulsive boldness

she ended the call,

unease

as though she was with a man for the first time, nervously adjusting

stunning,”

blush crept

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

Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before climbing into bed. Now Clutching a pillow, she pressed her face against it, her

Mark's

coolness made Cecilia shiver; she instinctively curled into his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you

“It’s alright. As long as

Cecilia fell silent.

he presumed she had withdrawn

she reached out,

into the crook of

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

warmth spread from

desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and

Library Unable to resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled

began to ease her bathrobe

vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as she gazed

He answered without words.

bedside table, he retrieved a small box, setting it aside before his lips eagerly found hers

bathed

shadows danced

air was

deepened the night's

time their passion subsided, the clock

shoulder, her raven tresses cascading

accelerate the thaw

skin,

of me?” “Every single day. I longed for

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

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

tomorrow? Join me

accompany you to see your parents,”

Cecilia's smile was faint.

courage to go see my parents?” she

darkness, Mark's voice carried a hint of playful

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