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.

stove, his gaze deep

allowed himself to look

under his touch,

called out

he leaned forward, capturing her lips in

support against the

Library Their kisses were fervent,

further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head

through her long hair,

he softly proposed, “You must be

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

up in the bathroom. We'll eat once

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

reflected her

were tinged with red,

Cecilia caught her breath.

been a considerable time since she'd last blushed, a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered

attempted to move on, to explore relationships with

craved a

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

seemed to reawaken, pulsating

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

with a simple

doorway. She averted her gaze, intending

against the door, he lowered his voice a husky

flushed complexion... it's enchanting.”

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 tresses, his smile acknowledging her

preparing a

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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

complementing the cool, air-conditioned

seemed a natural consequence, and Cecilia was not

the distance between

silence, coupled with significant age disparities and differing social

to be

a brief exchange,

could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best earlier” “It's on me,” Mark interjected, playfully

your apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark

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

deepened, Mark proposed, “Stay here. I have more to

was marked by intimacy and a shared life; pretense

Mark attended to the dishes,

she found solace by the window, initiating a call home, received

faint, a stark contrast to

conversation, she ended the

sudden unease overtook

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

Look stunning,”

blush crept across

Soon, the sound of running

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

bathroom, Mark's slightly

coolness made Cecilia shiver; she instinctively curled into his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's casual affirmation concerned her, sparking worry

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

Cecilia fell silent.

presumed she

reached out, extinguishing

her face into

you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t

spread from his

betraying their desires. Yet, such things defy

mounting tension, Mark

free hand began to

voice, vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as

He answered without words.

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

moonlight bathed

danced upon

air

the

time their passion subsided, the clock struck 3:00

rested on his shoulder,

to accelerate

warm skin, her voice a soft

single day. I longed for you, for Edwin, for the unborn child within you,” Mark

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

you were always there, in

Join me in visiting my mom if

you to see

Cecilia's smile was faint.

have the courage to

carried a hint

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