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.

his gaze deep and intense as he gently caressed

since he'd allowed himself to look

warm and inviting under his

voice, quivering, called out

leaned forward, capturing her lips in a

support against the

Their kisses

went no further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her

through her long hair,

he softly proposed,

she replied, her eyes reddened

in the bathroom. We'll eat once you're done.” Cecilia

faucet, letting cool water

mirror reflected her

eyes were tinged with red, her complexion

Cecilia caught her breath.

Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd

had attempted to move on, to explore

craved a

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

Mark, her heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating

let's eat,” Mark invited,

with a

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

against the door, he lowered his voice a

it's enchanting.”

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 her boundaries, he caressed her dark

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 it with a reassurance, “This is a one-time indulgence. I'll prepare a salad for

ambiance was comforting, the warm yellow lighting complementing

natural consequence, and Cecilia

to bridge the distance between them,

silence, coupled with significant age disparities and differing social circles, had erected

interest appeared to be

a brief exchange,

could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't

An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia, their gazes

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

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

a shared life; pretense was unnecessary

to the dishes, Cecilia opted

she found solace by the window, initiating

a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of her

conversation, she ended the call, her gaze falling upon

sudden unease

she was with a man for the first time, nervously

Look stunning,” Mark complimented

crept across Cecilia's

Soon, the sound of

th i i She chastised

steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly

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

a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet,

Cecilia fell silent.

on until he presumed

she reached out, extinguishing the

into the crook

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

spread from

desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and soon their

to resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled

free hand began

Her voice, vulnerable and tender,

He answered without words.

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

moonlight bathed the

danced upon the

night air was punctuated by

deepened the

their passion subsided, the clock

rested on his shoulder, her raven tresses

to accelerate the thaw in their

skin, her voice

of me?” “Every single day. I longed for you, for Edwin, for the unborn child within you,”

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

painful, but you were always there, in my

Join me in visiting my mom if

accompany you to see your parents,”

Cecilia's smile was faint.

you have the courage to go

darkness, Mark's voice carried a

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