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.

deep and intense as he gently caressed her

ages since he'd allowed himself to look at

warm and inviting under his touch,

quivering, called

forward, capturing her lips in a passionate

staggered, finding support

kisses were

than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his

her long

silence, he softly

us.” “Okay,” she replied, her eyes

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

master bathroom, she turned the faucet, letting cool water cascade

reflected her

tinged

Cecilia caught her breath.

a considerable time since she'd last blushed, a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the years, he alone had the power to

move on,

craved a

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

seemed to reawaken, pulsating with life

eat,” Mark invited,

responded with

doorway. She averted her gaze, intending to sidestep him,

he lowered his

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

don’t want to rush things between us."

proficient cook, preparing

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

yellow lighting complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of the tastefully

seemed a natural consequence, and Cecilia was not

desires to bridge the distance between them, to compensate

silence, coupled with significant age disparities and differing

mutual interest appeared to be their

exchange, Cecilia's smile

Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best earlier”

An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia, their gazes

the past, 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

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

the dishes, Cecilia

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

a stark contrast to the

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

unease

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

stunning,” Mark complimented

crept across Cecilia's

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

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

steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly chilled body joined

she instinctively curled into his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you

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

Cecilia fell silent.

presumed she had

out,

into the crook of his

barely above a whisper, confessed, “Actually, if you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold shower.” Mark remained

spread from his

softly, each wary of betraying their desires. Yet, such things defy

resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the

kissed her, his free hand began to ease her

tender, beckoned him as she

He answered without words.

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

moonlight bathed the

danced upon

air was punctuated by their shared

deepened the night's

time their passion subsided, the clock

shoulder, her raven

intimate reconnection promised to accelerate the

warm skin, her voice a

I longed for you, for

you? Did thoughts of me ever cross your mind?”

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Cecilia's smile was faint.

to go

voice carried a hint

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