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.

off the gas stove, his gaze deep and intense as

he'd allowed himself to look at her

under his touch, felt like

called out

he leaned forward, capturing her lips in

support against the

Library Their kisses were

Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her

her

a prolonged silence, he softly

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

up in the bathroom. We'll eat once

later, in the master bathroom, she turned the faucet, letting cool water cascade over her

mirror reflected

eyes were tinged with

Cecilia caught her breath.

she'd last blushed, a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the

had attempted to move on, to explore

a

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

her heart seemed to

Come, let's eat,” Mark invited,

responded with a

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

lowered his voice a husky note

flushed complexion... it's enchanting.”

tinged with red, 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 their relationship prematurely. Respecting her boundaries, he caressed her dark tresses, his smile acknowledging

cook, preparing

Cecilia indulged heartily.

twinge of regret 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

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

natural consequence, and Cecilia was not

harbored desires to bridge the distance between them, to compensate for lost

of silence, coupled with significant age disparities and differing

mutual interest appeared to

a brief exchange, Cecilia's smile

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

your apologies.” An ensuing silence

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

deepened, Mark proposed, “Stay here. I have more to share.” Cecilia harbored no

life; pretense was unnecessary when he suggested they

the dishes, Cecilia opted for

window, initiating a call home,

to

conversation, she ended the call,

unease overtook

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

stunning,” Mark complimented

blush crept

bathroom. Soon, the sound of running

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

steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly chilled body

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 for

whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet, there's nothing to worry about.” He wouldn't have returned if

Cecilia fell silent.

presumed she had withdrawn into sleep.

she reached out, extinguishing the

her face into the crook

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 silent, his

warmth spread from

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

the mounting tension, Mark

kissed her, his free hand began to

Her voice, vulnerable and tender, beckoned him

He answered without words.

retrieved a small box, setting it aside before his lips

bathed

danced

merged, the night air

deepened the

the time their passion subsided, the clock struck

rested on his shoulder, her raven tresses

promised to accelerate the thaw

she caressed his warm skin, her voice a soft

you ever think of me?” “Every single day. I longed for you, for Edwin, for the

ever cross your mind?” he inquired, lowering

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

work tomorrow? Join me in

you to see your parents,”

Cecilia's smile was faint.

have the courage to go see my parents?” she

carried

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