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.

his gaze deep and intense as he

allowed himself to look at her

skin, warm and inviting under

quivering, called out to

leaned forward, capturing her lips

support against the kitchen

kisses

went no further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her

her long

silence, he softly proposed, “You

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

up in

the faucet, letting cool water cascade over her

reflected her

were tinged

Cecilia caught her breath.

been 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

attempted to move on,

a fresh

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

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

eat,” Mark

with

the bedroom doorway. She averted her

against the door, he lowered his voice

complexion... it's

betrayed her emotions as she added, “I don’t 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 caressed her dark tresses,

was a proficient cook, preparing a meal that

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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 a one-time indulgence. I'll prepare a salad

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

a natural consequence, and Cecilia

to bridge the distance between them, to

with significant age disparities and

interest appeared to be their discussions about

a brief exchange,

you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best earlier” “It's on me,” Mark interjected, playfully pinching Cecilia's

extend your apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and

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

I have more to share.” Cecilia

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

to the dishes, Cecilia

by the window, initiating a call home, received

a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of her youth.

ended the call, her gaze falling upon

unease

for the first time, nervously adjusting her crimson

stunning,”

crept across Cecilia's

the sound

was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before climbing

from a steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly

Cecilia shiver; she instinctively curled into his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's casual affirmation concerned her, sparking worry for his

quilt’s embrace, he caught her hand, drawing her close, and reassured her in a whisper, “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 withdrawn

out, extinguishing the

nestled her face into the crook of his

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, his hand gently tracing her

warmth spread

their desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and

to resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the

free hand began to ease her

voice, vulnerable and tender,

He answered without words.

the bedside table, he retrieved a small box, setting it aside before his lips eagerly found hers once

bathed the

danced

the night air

deepened the

their passion subsided, the clock

his shoulder, her raven

intimate reconnection promised to accelerate the thaw

she caressed his warm skin, her

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

your mind?”

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

work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my

I'l accompany you to see your

Cecilia's smile was faint.

to

darkness, Mark's voice carried a

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