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

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

under his touch,

quivering, called out to

forward, capturing her lips

staggered, finding support against the

Their kisses were fervent,

Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her tears a

hand brushed through her

softly proposed, “You must

“Okay,” she replied, her

in the

bathroom, she turned the faucet, letting cool

reflected

tinged

Cecilia caught her breath.

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

attempted to move on, to explore relationships

a fresh

undeniable truth-she hadn't

heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating with life

eat,” Mark invited,

responded with a

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

door, he lowered his voice a husky

flushed complexion... it's enchanting.”

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

was a proficient cook, preparing a

Cecilia indulged heartily.

Mark brewed a cup of fruit tea, offering it with a reassurance, “This is a one-time indulgence. I'll prepare a salad for

complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of the tastefully

consequence, and Cecilia was

distance between them, to compensate for lost

years of silence, coupled with significant age disparities and

appeared to be their discussions

brief exchange, Cecilia's smile

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

extend your apologies.” An ensuing silence

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

here. I have more

life; pretense was unnecessary when he

the dishes, Cecilia opted for a

window, initiating

contrast to the impulsive boldness of her youth.

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

sudden unease overtook

for the first time, nervously adjusting

stunning,” Mark complimented

crept

the sound of running

she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before climbing into bed. Now Clutching a pillow, she pressed her face against it, her

bathroom, Mark's slightly chilled body joined

instinctively curled into his embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's

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 if he wasn't

Cecilia fell silent.

on until he presumed she

out,

nestled her face into the crook

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, his hand gently

warmth spread

their desires. Yet, such

tension, Mark cradled

free hand began to ease her bathrobe from her

Her voice, vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as she gazed

He answered without words.

he retrieved a small box, setting it aside before his lips eagerly found hers

bathed the

danced upon the

the night air was

the

time their passion subsided,

rested on his shoulder,

promised to accelerate the thaw

warm skin,

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

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

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you to see your

Cecilia's smile was faint.

have the courage to go see

the darkness, Mark's voice carried a hint

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