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 gently caressed

been ages since he'd allowed himself to look

skin, warm and inviting under his touch, felt like

quivering, called out to

capturing her lips

finding support against the

Library Their kisses were

rested her head on his shoulder,

brushed through her long

prolonged silence, he softly proposed, “You

something for us.” “Okay,” she replied, her

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

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

mirror reflected

were tinged with red,

Cecilia caught her breath.

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

move on, to explore relationships with

craved a fresh

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

seemed to reawaken, pulsating with

Come, let's eat,” Mark invited,

with

emerged, she found him poised at the bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze, intending

her against the door, he lowered his voice a husky

it's enchanting.”

your best tactic.” Her eyes, still 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

preparing a meal

Cecilia indulged heartily.

brewed a cup of fruit tea, offering it with a

was comforting, the warm yellow lighting complementing the

natural consequence, and Cecilia was not

harbored desires to bridge the distance

Yet, three years of silence, coupled with significant age disparities and differing

sole mutual interest appeared to

exchange,

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

your apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia,

primarily physical, a fervent urgency underpinning their interactions, leaving little room for

proposed, “Stay here. I

shared life; pretense

the dishes, Cecilia opted for a

the window, initiating a call home, received

was faint, a stark contrast to the

ended the call,

unease overtook

man for the first time,

Look stunning,” Mark complimented

blush crept across

Soon, the sound of

with her own timidity, she reasoned th

bathroom, Mark's

inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's casual affirmation concerned

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 nothing to worry about.”

Cecilia fell silent.

he presumed she had withdrawn

she reached out, extinguishing the

into the crook of

rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold shower.” Mark remained silent,

spread from

inhaled softly, each wary of betraying their desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and soon their breaths quickened

mounting tension, Mark cradled the back

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

vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as she gazed

He answered without words.

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

bathed the

danced upon

the night air

deepened the

time their passion subsided, the clock

head rested on his shoulder, her

intimate reconnection promised to accelerate the

caressed his warm skin, her voice

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

ever cross your mind?” he inquired, lowering

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

have work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my

to see your parents,”

Cecilia's smile was faint.

you have the courage to go

carried a hint of

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