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 as he

ages since he'd allowed

inviting under his touch,

quivering, called

he leaned forward, capturing her lips

finding support against the kitchen

Their kisses

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

hand brushed through her long hair, comforting

he softly proposed, “You must be

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

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

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

mirror reflected her

eyes were tinged with red,

Cecilia caught her breath.

the ordeals they'd weathered over the years, he alone had the power to stir such profound emotion within

on,

a

undeniable truth-she hadn't moved past

her heart seemed

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

responded with a

She

door, he lowered his voice a husky note

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

things between us." Their maturity precluded the need for explicit statements. He understood her

cook, preparing a

Cecilia indulged heartily.

translate well on camera.” In response, Mark brewed a cup of fruit tea, offering it with a reassurance, “This is a one-time indulgence.

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

seemed a natural consequence, and Cecilia was not

to bridge the distance between them, to compensate for lost

of silence, coupled with significant age disparities and

mutual interest appeared to be

exchange,

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

silence enveloped Mark

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

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

marked by intimacy and a shared life; pretense was unnecessary

dishes, Cecilia

window, initiating a call home, received by

a stark contrast to the impulsive

the

unease overtook

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

Look stunning,”

crept

the sound of running water

waiting on the sofa but eventually decided the bed was more appropriate. 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 shyness

a steam-filled bathroom, Mark's

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

the quilt’s embrace, he caught her hand, drawing her close, and reassured her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet, there's

Cecilia fell silent.

on until he presumed she

she reached out, extinguishing the

face into

above a whisper, confessed, “Actually, if you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need to take

warmth spread

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

tension,

he kissed her, his free hand began to ease her bathrobe from

tender, beckoned him as

He answered without words.

bedside table, he retrieved a small box, setting it

moonlight bathed

danced upon

the night air was punctuated by their

deepened the night's

passion subsided, the clock struck

shoulder, her raven tresses cascading over

reconnection promised to accelerate the

his warm skin, her voice

those two years, did you ever think of me?” “Every single day. I longed

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

fond and painful, but you were always there, in my thoughts.” ANGELA'sLIBRARY Mark pressed a

Join me in visiting my mom if you

accompany you to see your parents,”

Cecilia's smile was faint.

you have the courage to go

carried a hint of

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