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

had been ages since he'd allowed himself to look

warm and inviting under his touch, felt like

called out

her lips in a passionate French

support against the kitchen

kisses were fervent,

Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her tears a silent

through her long

softly proposed, “You must be

us.” “Okay,” she replied, her eyes

“Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll

in the master bathroom, she turned the faucet, letting

mirror reflected

Her eyes were tinged with

Cecilia caught her breath.

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

on, to explore relationships with

a fresh

Her brother had pointed out the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved past Mark because her feelings for him remained

seemed to reawaken, pulsating with life

ready. Come, let's eat,”

with a

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

lowered his voice a husky

flushed complexion... it's

want to rush things between us." Their maturity precluded the need for explicit statements. He understood her

cook, preparing a

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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 is a one-time indulgence. I'll prepare a salad

yellow lighting complementing the cool, air-conditioned

a natural consequence,

the distance between them, to

silence, coupled with significant age disparities

to be their discussions about

brief exchange,

could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best earlier” “It's on me,”

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

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

“Stay here. I

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

Mark attended to the dishes, Cecilia opted for a

by the window, initiating a call home, received

voice was faint, a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness

a brief conversation, she ended the call,

sudden unease overtook

as though she was with a man for

stunning,”

crept

the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled

sofa but eventually decided the bed was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself

bathroom, Mark's slightly chilled body

instinctively curled into his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you

a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with

Cecilia fell silent.

he presumed

she reached out,

her face into the crook of

confessed, “Actually, if you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need to take

warmth spread

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

resist the mounting tension, Mark

kissed her, his free hand began

vulnerable and tender, beckoned him

He answered without words.

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

moonlight bathed

danced

their bodies merged, the night air

deepened the night's

subsided, the clock struck

his shoulder, her

to accelerate the

caressed his warm skin, her voice a soft

longed for you, for Edwin, for the unborn child within you,” Mark

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

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

Join me in visiting my mom if you

to see your parents,”

Cecilia's smile was faint.

do you have the courage to go see my parents?” she

darkness, Mark's voice carried

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