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.

his gaze deep

had been ages since he'd allowed himself to

skin, warm and inviting under his touch, felt like his

called out to

he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a passionate French

support against

Library Their kisses were fervent,

Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder,

through her long hair, comforting

he softly

for us.” “Okay,” she

in the bathroom.

the master bathroom, she turned the faucet, letting cool water cascade

reflected her

were tinged with red, her complexion

Cecilia caught her breath.

reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the

on, to explore relationships

craved a fresh

just wouldn't work. Her brother had pointed out the undeniable

seemed to reawaken,

ready. Come, let's eat,” Mark invited,

responded with a

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

door, he lowered his voice a husky note

flushed complexion... it's

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

Cecilia indulged heartily.

“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 for you tomorrow.” “You understand me well,”

was comforting, the warm yellow lighting complementing

consequence,

distance between them, to compensate for lost

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

sole mutual interest appeared to be

a brief exchange,

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

your apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped

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

proposed, “Stay here. I have

shared life; pretense was unnecessary when he suggested

the dishes, Cecilia opted for a

found solace by the window, initiating a

contrast to the impulsive boldness of her youth.

ended the call, her

unease

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

Look stunning,”

crept across Cecilia's

to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running

was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself

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

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

in a whisper, “It’s alright. As

Cecilia fell silent.

stretched on until he presumed she had withdrawn into

she reached out, extinguishing

face into the crook of his

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

warmth spread

Yet, such things defy

resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the

began to ease

vulnerable and tender,

He answered without words.

he retrieved a small box, setting it aside before his

bathed

shadows danced upon the

merged, the night air was punctuated by

the night's

the time their passion subsided,

on his shoulder,

reconnection promised to accelerate the thaw

skin, her voice a

I longed for you,

your mind?” he inquired, lowering his gaze to meet

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

to see your parents,”

Cecilia's smile was faint.

you have the courage to

the darkness, Mark's voice carried a hint of playful

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