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

he'd allowed himself to look at

inviting under his touch,

called

he leaned forward, capturing her

staggered, finding support against

Library Their kisses were

rested her head

through her

softly proposed, “You must be

prepare something for us.” “Okay,” she replied, her eyes

“Freshen up in

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

reflected

tinged with

Cecilia caught her breath.

she'd last blushed, a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the years, he alone had

to move on, to

craved a

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

seemed to reawaken, pulsating with

let's eat,” Mark

with a simple

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

lowered his voice a husky

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

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

preparing a meal that

Cecilia indulged heartily.

Mark brewed a cup of fruit tea, offering it with a reassurance, “This is

warm yellow lighting complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior

seemed a natural consequence, and Cecilia was

harbored desires to bridge the distance between them, to

three years of silence, coupled with significant age

mutual interest appeared to

brief exchange, Cecilia's smile

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

An ensuing silence enveloped Mark

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

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

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

the dishes, Cecilia opted

window, initiating a call home, received by

to

ended the call,

unease

a man for the first time, nervously adjusting her

stunning,”

crept

the sound of running water filled

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,

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

looking up to inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's casual affirmation concerned her, sparking worry

As long as I'm cautious with my diet, there's nothing to worry about.” He wouldn't

Cecilia fell silent.

on until he presumed she had withdrawn into sleep.

she reached out, extinguishing

into the crook

barely above a whisper, confessed, “Actually, if you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold

warmth spread

betraying their desires. Yet, such things

resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled

hand began to ease her bathrobe from her

voice, vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as she

He answered without words.

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

moonlight bathed the

danced upon the

bodies merged, the night air was punctuated by

the night's

time their passion subsided, the clock struck 3:00

shoulder, her raven

intimate reconnection promised to accelerate the thaw

warm skin, her voice

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

cross your mind?” he inquired, lowering

painful, but you were always there, in my thoughts.” ANGELA'sLIBRARY Mark pressed

me in visiting

you to see your parents,”

Cecilia's smile was faint.

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

darkness, Mark's voice carried a hint of

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