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 and intense

he'd allowed himself to look at

and inviting under

quivering, called out

he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a passionate

support against

kisses were

they went no further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her

her long

silence, he softly proposed, “You must be

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

shoulder, Mark suggested, “Freshen up in the bathroom.

the 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.

only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the years,

on, to explore relationships with

craved a

the undeniable truth-she hadn't

her heart seemed to reawaken,

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

with a

the bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze,

her against the door, he lowered his voice a

complexion... it's

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

a proficient cook, preparing a meal that

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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 you tomorrow.” “You understand me well,” Cecilia acknowledged, sipping her

was comforting, the warm yellow lighting complementing the cool, air-conditioned

seemed a natural consequence, and Cecilia

distance between them, to compensate

with significant age disparities and differing social circles, had

appeared to be their

brief exchange,

“When you see Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my

apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and

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

night deepened, Mark proposed, “Stay here. I have more to share.” Cecilia harbored

intimacy and a shared life; pretense

dishes,

she found solace by the window,

to the

a brief conversation, she ended the call, her gaze falling

sudden unease

a man for the

stunning,” Mark

blush crept

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

on the sofa but eventually decided the bed was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th

Mark's slightly chilled

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

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

Cecilia fell silent.

until he presumed she had

out,

nestled her face into the crook of

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

spread from his

their desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and

to resist the mounting tension,

his free hand began to ease her bathrobe from

tender, beckoned him as she

He answered without words.

small box, setting

bathed the

shadows danced

the night air was punctuated by

the night's

their passion subsided, the clock

head rested on his shoulder, her raven tresses cascading over

reconnection promised to accelerate the thaw

she caressed his warm skin, her voice a soft

day. I longed for you, for Edwin, for the unborn child

Did thoughts of me ever cross your

fond and painful, but you were always there,

work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my

I'l accompany you to see your

Cecilia's smile was faint.

you have the courage to go see my parents?” she

voice carried a hint of

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