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.

switched off the gas stove, his gaze deep and intense as he

since he'd allowed himself to look at her this

under his touch, felt

voice, quivering, called out to

forward, capturing her lips in a passionate

staggered, finding support against the kitchen

kisses were

Cecilia rested her head on his shoulder, her tears a silent

hand brushed through her long hair,

silence, he softly proposed, “You

for us.” “Okay,” she replied, her eyes

“Freshen up in the bathroom. We'll eat once you're

turned the faucet, letting cool water cascade

mirror reflected her

Her eyes were tinged with

Cecilia caught her breath.

elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered

move on,

a fresh

work. Her brother had pointed out the undeniable

heart seemed to

let's eat,” Mark invited, his

responded with a simple

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

door, he lowered his voice a

flushed complexion... it's enchanting.”

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

was a proficient cook, preparing

Cecilia indulged heartily.

cup of fruit tea,

comforting, the warm yellow lighting complementing the cool,

consequence,

to bridge the distance between them, to compensate

with significant age disparities

to be their discussions about

a brief exchange, Cecilia's

you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at

apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and

primarily physical, a fervent urgency underpinning their interactions, leaving little room for verbal communication.

here. I

life;

the dishes, Cecilia opted for a

solace by the window, initiating a call home, received by

contrast to the impulsive

the call, her

sudden unease

she was with a man for

Look stunning,”

crept across

the

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

steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly

embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did

alright. As long as I'm cautious with

Cecilia fell silent.

presumed she had

out,

into the crook of his

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

warmth spread from his

betraying their desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and soon their breaths quickened

mounting tension, Mark cradled the

his free hand began to ease her bathrobe from her

vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as

He answered without words.

small box, setting it aside before his lips eagerly found

moonlight bathed

shadows danced upon

the night air was

deepened the

subsided, the

rested on his shoulder, her raven tresses cascading over

to accelerate the thaw in

she caressed his warm skin, her voice

day. I longed for you, for Edwin, for the unborn

of me ever cross your mind?” he inquired,

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

you have work tomorrow? Join me in visiting my mom if

you to see your parents,” he

Cecilia's smile was faint.

you have the courage to go

the darkness, Mark's voice carried

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