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.

gas stove, his gaze deep and intense

since he'd allowed himself to look at her this

skin, warm and inviting under his

called

leaned forward, capturing her lips

staggered, finding support against

Their kisses were

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

brushed through her

prolonged silence, he softly proposed,

“Okay,” she replied, her eyes reddened from

her shoulder, Mark suggested, “Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll

the faucet, letting cool water cascade over her face to regain her

mirror reflected

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, he

had attempted to move on,

a fresh

brother had pointed out the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved

reunited with Mark, her heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating with life once

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

responded with

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

the door, he lowered his voice a

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

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

was a proficient cook, preparing a meal that included her

Cecilia indulged heartily.

“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

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

a natural consequence, and Cecilia

bridge the distance between them,

coupled with significant age disparities

appeared to

brief exchange,

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

extend your apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and

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

proposed, “Stay here. I have more to share.” Cecilia

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

attended to the dishes,

solace by the window, initiating a call

to the impulsive boldness of her youth.

the call, her

unease overtook

for the first time, nervously adjusting

stunning,”

crept across

the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled

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 shyness

bathroom, Mark's slightly

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

“It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet, there's nothing to worry

Cecilia fell silent.

on until he presumed

out, extinguishing

face into the crook

wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold

warmth spread from

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

tension, Mark cradled the back of her

hand began to

voice, vulnerable and tender,

He answered without words.

a small box, setting it aside before his lips eagerly

moonlight bathed

danced

night air was

the night's

subsided, the

his shoulder, her raven tresses

intimate reconnection promised to accelerate the thaw

his warm skin, her voice a

me?” “Every single day. I longed for you, for Edwin, for

cross your mind?” he inquired, lowering his gaze to meet

were

have work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my mom if you

I'l accompany you to see

Cecilia's smile was faint.

courage to go see my

carried a hint

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