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

ages since he'd allowed himself to

inviting under his

voice, quivering, called out to

forward, capturing her

support

Their kisses were fervent,

than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head

her long

softly proposed, “You must

she replied,

patting her shoulder, Mark suggested, “Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll eat

in the master bathroom, she turned the faucet, letting cool water cascade

reflected her

eyes were tinged with red, her

Cecilia caught her breath.

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

move on, to explore relationships

a fresh

it just wouldn't work. Her brother had pointed out the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved past Mark because

Mark, her heart seemed to reawaken,

ready. Come, let's eat,” Mark invited, his tone

responded with

him poised at the bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze, intending to sidestep him,

he lowered his voice a

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

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 tresses, his

was a proficient cook, preparing a meal

Cecilia indulged heartily.

protruding belly, 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.

complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of

natural consequence, and Cecilia was

to bridge the distance between them, to compensate

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

mutual interest appeared to

a brief exchange,

apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best earlier” “It's on

An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia, their gazes

underpinning their

proposed, “Stay here. I

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

the dishes, Cecilia opted for a

window, initiating a call home,

stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of her

the call, her gaze falling upon

unease

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

Look stunning,” Mark complimented

crept across Cecilia's

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

but eventually decided the bed was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before climbing into bed. Now Clutching a pillow, she pressed

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

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

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 worry about.” He wouldn't have returned

Cecilia fell silent.

he presumed she had

out,

her face into the crook of

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

warmth spread

each wary of betraying their desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and soon their breaths quickened in

Unable to resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the back of her

free hand began to

tender, beckoned him as

He answered without words.

small box, setting it aside

moonlight bathed the

danced upon

bodies merged, the night air was punctuated by their

deepened the night's

passion subsided, the clock struck 3:00

on his shoulder, her raven tresses cascading over

accelerate the

warm skin,

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

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

slightly, Cecilia confessed, “Constantly. Memories, both fond and painful, but you were always there, in my thoughts.” ANGELA'sLIBRARY Mark pressed a kiss

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Cecilia's smile was faint.

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the darkness, Mark's voice carried a hint of

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