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

since he'd allowed himself

skin, warm and inviting under

called out

he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a

support against the kitchen

Their kisses were

further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder,

hand brushed through her

a prolonged silence, he softly proposed,

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

suggested, “Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll eat once you're done.” Cecilia

turned the faucet, letting cool

mirror reflected

Her eyes were tinged with

Cecilia caught her breath.

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

on, to explore relationships with

a fresh

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

her heart seemed

eat,” Mark

with a

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

lowered his

it's enchanting.” Cecilia's resolve

chiding, “Flattery isn't 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 physically rekindle their

proficient cook, preparing a

Cecilia indulged heartily.

pounds 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 a salad for you tomorrow.” “You understand me well,” Cecilia acknowledged, sipping her

ambiance was comforting, the warm yellow lighting complementing the

natural consequence, and Cecilia

the distance

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

appeared to be their

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,” Mark interjected, playfully

An ensuing silence enveloped

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

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

shared life; pretense was unnecessary when he suggested

the dishes, Cecilia opted for

by the window, initiating a call home, received

to the

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

unease

was with a man for the first time,

stunning,” Mark

blush crept

bathroom. Soon, the sound of

she reasoned th i i She chastised herself

steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly chilled

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

embrace, he caught 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

Cecilia fell silent.

until he presumed she had

reached out, extinguishing

her face into the

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

spread from his

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

Unable to resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the

her, his free hand began to ease

tender, beckoned him as she gazed

He answered without words.

the bedside table, he retrieved a small box, setting

bathed

shadows danced upon

air was punctuated by

deepened the night's

subsided,

on his shoulder, her raven

accelerate

caressed his warm skin, her voice a

those two years, did you ever think of me?” “Every single day. I longed for you,

Did thoughts of me ever cross your mind?”

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

work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my mom if

you to see your

Cecilia's smile was faint.

the courage to

voice carried a hint

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