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

since he'd allowed himself to look

skin, warm and inviting under his touch,

voice, quivering, called

forward, capturing her

finding support against the kitchen

Their kisses

embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her

through her

silence, he softly proposed, “You must be

she

suggested, “Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll eat

bathroom, she turned the faucet, letting cool water cascade over her face to regain her

mirror reflected her

eyes were tinged with red, her

Cecilia caught her breath.

Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered

had attempted to move on,

a

out the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved past Mark because

reunited with Mark, her heart seemed to reawaken,

eat,” Mark invited, his tone

responded with a simple

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

door, he lowered his voice a husky

complexion... it's enchanting.”

emotions as she added, “I don’t want to rush things between us." Their maturity precluded the need for

a proficient cook, preparing a

Cecilia indulged heartily.

In response, Mark brewed a cup of fruit

yellow lighting complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of

consequence, and Cecilia was

bridge the distance between them, to compensate for

significant age

mutual interest appeared to be their

exchange,

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

ensuing silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia, their

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

night deepened, Mark proposed, “Stay here. I have more to share.” Cecilia harbored no

and a shared life; pretense

Mark attended to the dishes,

window, initiating a call home,

was faint, a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of

she ended the call, her gaze falling upon

unease overtook

though she was with a man for the first time, nervously adjusting

stunning,” Mark

blush crept across

bathroom. Soon, the sound of

her own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before climbing into bed. Now Clutching a pillow, she pressed

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

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

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

Cecilia fell silent.

until he presumed she

out,

into

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

spread from

of betraying their desires. Yet, such

Unable to resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled

his free hand began

Her voice, vulnerable and tender,

He answered without words.

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

bathed

danced upon the

their bodies merged, the night air

the

subsided,

head rested on his shoulder, her raven tresses cascading

intimate reconnection promised to accelerate the thaw

skin, her voice a soft

“Every single day. I longed for you, for Edwin, for the unborn child within you,” Mark confessed, his voice

your mind?” he inquired, lowering his gaze to

confessed, “Constantly. Memories, both fond and painful, but you were always there,

Join me in visiting my mom if you

to see your

Cecilia's smile was faint.

courage to go see my

carried a hint of playful

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