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.

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

allowed himself to look at

and inviting under his touch, felt like

called out to

he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a passionate

finding support against the

Library Their kisses were fervent,

Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her

through her long hair,

a prolonged silence, he softly proposed, “You

she replied,

in the bathroom. We'll eat once you're done.” Cecilia

master bathroom, she turned the faucet, letting

mirror reflected

Her eyes were tinged with red, her

Cecilia caught her breath.

elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd

to move on, to explore

craved a

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

heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating with life

Come, let's eat,” Mark invited,

with

bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze, intending

door, he lowered

it's enchanting.” Cecilia's resolve

added, “I don’t want to rush things between us." Their maturity

cook, preparing a meal that included her

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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

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

seemed a natural consequence, and

distance between them, to compensate for lost

coupled with significant age disparities

sole mutual interest appeared to be

exchange, Cecilia's

see Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at

ensuing silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia, their

underpinning their interactions, leaving little room for verbal communication. Now, a palpable

I have more to share.” Cecilia harbored

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

attended to the dishes, Cecilia opted

window, initiating a call

faint, a stark contrast to the impulsive

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

sudden unease overtook

was with a man for the first time, nervously adjusting her crimson

Look stunning,” Mark

crept

to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running

more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th

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

looking up to inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?”

alright. As long as

Cecilia fell silent.

until he presumed she had withdrawn into sleep.

out,

into the crook of his

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

spread

both inhaled softly, each wary of betraying their desires. Yet, such things defy restraint,

the mounting tension, Mark

kissed her, his free hand began to

tender, beckoned

He answered without words.

small box, setting it aside before his

moonlight bathed

danced

bodies merged, the night air was punctuated by their

the

the time their passion subsided, the

on his shoulder,

promised to accelerate

skin, her voice a

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

your mind?” he inquired, lowering his

fond and painful, but you were always there, in

me

accompany you to see your

Cecilia's smile was faint.

you have the courage to go see my parents?”

darkness, Mark's voice carried a

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