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.

the gas stove, his gaze deep and intense as he gently

been ages since he'd allowed himself to

inviting under his touch,

voice, quivering, called out

capturing her lips in a

support against

Library Their kisses were fervent,

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

hand brushed through her long

silence, he softly proposed, “You must

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

“Freshen up in the

she turned the faucet, letting cool

mirror reflected

Her eyes were tinged

Cecilia caught her breath.

a considerable time since she'd last blushed, a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the

had attempted to move on, to explore relationships with

craved a fresh

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

heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating

eat,” Mark

responded with

him poised at the bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze, intending to sidestep

against the door, he lowered his voice a

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

she added, “I don’t want to rush things between us." Their maturity

preparing a meal

Cecilia indulged heartily.

cup of fruit tea, offering it with a reassurance, “This is a one-time indulgence.

yellow lighting complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of

a natural consequence, and Cecilia

desires to bridge the distance

three years of silence, coupled with significant age disparities and differing social circles, had erected

sole mutual interest appeared to

brief exchange, Cecilia's smile

could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best earlier”

silence enveloped Mark

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

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

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

the dishes, Cecilia

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

voice was faint, a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness

a brief conversation, she ended the call,

sudden unease overtook

man for the

Look stunning,” Mark

crept across

to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running

contemplated 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,

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

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

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

Cecilia fell silent.

until he presumed she had withdrawn

reached out,

face 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 silent, his hand gently tracing

spread

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

resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the

began to ease her

voice, vulnerable and tender, beckoned him

He answered without words.

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

bathed

shadows danced

night air was punctuated by their

the

subsided,

rested on his shoulder, her raven tresses cascading

to accelerate

warm skin,

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

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

and painful, but you were always there, in my thoughts.”

have work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my mom if

accompany you to see

Cecilia's smile was faint.

to go see my parents?”

Mark's voice carried a hint of playful

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