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.

gas stove, his gaze deep

since he'd allowed himself

warm and inviting under his touch, felt like his

voice, quivering, called

her lips

staggered, finding support against

Library Their kisses

rested her head on his shoulder, her tears a

hand brushed through her

silence, he softly proposed,

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

suggested, “Freshen up in the

the faucet, letting cool

mirror reflected her

Her eyes were tinged

Cecilia caught her breath.

a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals

on, to

craved a fresh

the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved past Mark because her feelings for him

Mark, her heart seemed

ready. Come, let's eat,” Mark

responded with a simple

bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze, intending to

door, he lowered his voice a

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

was a proficient cook, preparing a meal that

Cecilia indulged heartily.

protruding belly, lamenting, “Extra pounds don't translate well on camera.” In response, Mark brewed a cup of fruit

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

natural consequence, and Cecilia

distance between

silence, coupled with significant age disparities and

interest appeared to be their discussions about

a brief exchange, Cecilia's

on my behalf? I wasn't at my best

silence enveloped Mark

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

here. I have more to share.” Cecilia

marked by intimacy and a shared life;

the dishes, Cecilia opted for

window,

a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness

she ended the call,

unease overtook

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

stunning,” Mark complimented

crept

bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water

with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before

from a steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly chilled

his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's

her hand, drawing her close, and reassured her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As

Cecilia fell silent.

on until he presumed she had

out, extinguishing

nestled her face into the

rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold

spread from

their desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and

Unable to resist the mounting tension, Mark

hand began to ease her bathrobe from

tender, beckoned him as

He answered without words.

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

bathed

danced upon the

their bodies merged, the night air was punctuated by

deepened the

time their passion subsided,

on his shoulder, her raven tresses cascading over

reconnection promised to accelerate the

skin, her voice a

did you ever think of me?” “Every single day. I longed for you, for Edwin, for the unborn child within you,” Mark confessed,

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

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

have work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my mom if

I'l accompany you to

Cecilia's smile was faint.

courage to go see my parents?” she

voice carried a hint of

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