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

inviting under his touch, felt like his

called out to

capturing her lips

support against the

kisses were

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

hand brushed through her long hair, comforting

prolonged silence, he softly proposed, “You must be

she replied, her eyes

suggested, “Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll eat once

the faucet, letting cool water cascade

mirror reflected her

eyes were tinged with red, her complexion

Cecilia caught her breath.

time since she'd last blushed, a reaction only Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd

on, to explore relationships with

a fresh

wouldn't work. Her brother had pointed out the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved

heart seemed to reawaken, pulsating with life

Come, let's eat,”

with a

bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze, intending to

he lowered his voice a

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

offered a gentle shove, chiding, “Flattery isn't your best tactic.” Her eyes, 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

a proficient cook, preparing a

Cecilia indulged heartily.

belly, lamenting, “Extra pounds don't translate well on camera.” In response, Mark brewed a cup of fruit tea, offering it with

complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of the tastefully

a natural consequence, and Cecilia

desires to bridge the distance between

significant age disparities and differing social circles, had erected

appeared to be their discussions

exchange,

Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best earlier” “It's on

silence enveloped

fervent urgency underpinning their interactions, leaving little room for verbal

“Stay here. I

life; pretense was unnecessary when

to the dishes, Cecilia opted

solace by the window, initiating a call home, received

contrast to the impulsive boldness of her youth.

brief conversation, she ended the call, her gaze

sudden unease overtook

as though she was with a man for the

Look stunning,” Mark complimented

blush crept across

to the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running

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

steam-filled bathroom, Mark's

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

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

Cecilia fell silent.

he presumed she

reached out, extinguishing the

her face into the crook of

you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need

spread from his

Yet, such things defy restraint, and soon their

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

began to ease her

voice, vulnerable and tender, beckoned

He answered without words.

retrieved a small box, setting it aside before

moonlight bathed the

shadows danced upon

their bodies merged, the night air was

deepened the

subsided, the clock

on his shoulder, her raven

promised to accelerate the thaw in

caressed his warm skin, her voice a soft

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

you? Did thoughts of me ever cross your mind?” he inquired, lowering his gaze to meet

Memories, both fond and painful, but you were always there, in my thoughts.” ANGELA'sLIBRARY Mark pressed

have work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my mom if

I'l accompany you to see

Cecilia's smile was faint.

do you have the courage to go

carried a

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