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.

stove, his gaze deep and intense as he gently caressed her

had been ages since he'd allowed himself to look at her this

warm and inviting under his touch, felt

quivering, called out

her lips in

finding support against the

kisses

embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her

her long

silence, he softly proposed, “You

prepare something for us.” “Okay,” she

her shoulder, Mark suggested, “Freshen up in the

letting cool water cascade over

reflected her

tinged

Cecilia caught her breath.

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

move on, to

craved a

wouldn't work. Her brother had pointed out the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved past

reunited with Mark, her heart seemed

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

responded with a simple

she emerged, she found him poised at the bedroom doorway. She averted her

he lowered his voice a husky note

it's enchanting.”

she added, “I don’t want to rush things between us." Their maturity precluded the need for explicit statements. He understood

was a proficient cook, preparing a meal that included

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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

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

seemed a natural consequence,

desires to bridge the distance between them,

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

sole mutual interest appeared to be their

brief exchange, Cecilia's

on my behalf?

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

urgency underpinning their

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

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

dishes, Cecilia

she found solace by the window, initiating a call

faint, a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of

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

unease

for the first time, nervously adjusting her crimson silk

stunning,” Mark

blush crept across

Soon, the sound of running water filled

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

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

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

“It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet, there's nothing to

Cecilia fell silent.

stretched on until he presumed she had

out,

nestled her face into

have rejected you.

spread

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

mounting tension, Mark

began to ease her bathrobe from her

vulnerable and tender, beckoned

He answered without words.

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

bathed the

shadows danced upon

their bodies merged, the night air was

the

their passion subsided, the clock struck 3:00

his shoulder, her raven tresses cascading over

promised to accelerate the thaw

caressed his warm skin,

I longed

your mind?” he inquired, lowering his gaze to

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.

to go see

voice carried

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