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

ages since he'd allowed himself to

under his

quivering, called out to

forward, capturing her

finding support against the

Library Their kisses

further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her tears a

through her

prolonged silence, he softly proposed,

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

Mark suggested, “Freshen up in the bathroom.

master bathroom, she turned the faucet, letting cool water

reflected

were tinged with red, her

Cecilia caught her breath.

a considerable time since she'd last blushed, a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the years, he alone had the power to stir such profound emotion within

on, to explore relationships

a

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

Mark, her heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating with life once

ready. Come, let's eat,” Mark

with a

doorway. She averted her gaze, intending to sidestep him,

lowered

complexion... it's

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

cook, preparing a meal

Cecilia indulged heartily.

Mark brewed a cup of fruit tea, offering

ambiance was comforting, the warm yellow lighting complementing the

natural consequence, and Cecilia was not

harbored desires to bridge the distance between them, to

significant age disparities

interest appeared to be their discussions

a brief exchange, Cecilia's

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

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

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

here. I have more to share.” Cecilia harbored no

a shared life; pretense

attended to the dishes,

the window, initiating a call home,

contrast to the impulsive boldness

she ended the call, her gaze falling

unease

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

stunning,” Mark

blush crept

the sound of running

she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before

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

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

a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet, there's nothing to worry about.” He wouldn't have returned if he

Cecilia fell silent.

he presumed she had withdrawn into

she reached out, extinguishing the

into the

I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t

spread from his

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

tension,

free hand began to

tender, beckoned him as she gazed

He answered without words.

retrieved a small box, setting it aside

bathed

shadows danced

the night air was punctuated

the night's

subsided, the clock struck

on his shoulder,

promised to accelerate

skin, her voice a soft

you ever think of me?” “Every single day. I longed for you, for Edwin, for the unborn

you? Did thoughts of me ever cross your mind?”

both fond and painful, but you were

you have work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my

you to

Cecilia's smile was faint.

to go see my

darkness, Mark's voice carried a hint

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