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

been ages since he'd allowed himself to look at her this

skin, warm and inviting under his

called out

he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a passionate French

support

Their kisses were fervent,

that embrace. Cecilia rested her

through her long hair, comforting

he softly proposed,

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

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

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

mirror reflected her

were tinged with red, her

Cecilia caught her breath.

elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd

had attempted to move on,

craved a fresh

pointed out the undeniable truth-she

reunited with Mark, her heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating

Come, let's eat,” Mark invited, his

responded with a

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

her against the door, he lowered his voice a husky note

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

still tinged with red, 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

proficient cook, preparing a meal that

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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

the warm yellow lighting complementing the

natural consequence,

bridge the distance between

three years of silence, coupled with significant age disparities and differing social circles,

interest appeared to be their discussions about

brief exchange, Cecilia's

on my behalf?

ensuing silence

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

I have more to

shared life; pretense was unnecessary when he suggested

attended to the dishes, Cecilia opted for a

window, initiating a call home,

faint, a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness

the call, her gaze falling

unease

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

Look stunning,” Mark

blush crept across

smiled, retreating to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water filled

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

bathroom, Mark's slightly

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

her hand, drawing her close, and reassured her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious with my diet,

Cecilia fell silent.

stretched on until he presumed she had withdrawn into sleep.

out, extinguishing

into the crook of

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, his

spread from

of betraying their desires. Yet, such things

tension, Mark cradled

he kissed her, his free hand began to ease her bathrobe from

tender, beckoned

He answered without words.

he retrieved a small box, setting it aside before his

bathed

danced upon

merged, the night air was punctuated by their shared

deepened the

the time their passion subsided, the clock struck

on his shoulder, her raven tresses

intimate reconnection promised to accelerate

his warm skin,

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

thoughts of me ever cross your mind?” he inquired, lowering

and painful, but you were always

me in visiting my mom if you

I'l accompany you to see your parents,” he

Cecilia's smile was faint.

have the courage to go see my parents?”

darkness, Mark's voice carried a

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