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

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

skin, warm and inviting under his

quivering, called

he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a passionate French

staggered, finding support against the kitchen

Library Their kisses were

they went no further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on

her long hair,

prolonged silence, he softly proposed, “You must be

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

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

she turned the faucet, letting cool water

mirror reflected

were tinged with red, her

Cecilia caught her breath.

elicit. Despite the

attempted to move on, to explore relationships

a fresh

the undeniable truth-she hadn't moved past Mark because her feelings for

reunited with Mark, her heart seemed to reawaken,

ready. Come, let's eat,”

responded with a

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

the door, he lowered his

complexion... it's

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 physically rekindle their relationship

preparing a

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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 for you tomorrow.” “You understand me well,” Cecilia acknowledged, sipping

yellow lighting complementing the cool, air-conditioned interior of the tastefully

a natural consequence, and Cecilia

the distance between them, to compensate for lost

coupled with significant age

mutual interest appeared to

exchange, Cecilia's smile

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

An ensuing silence enveloped Mark

fervent urgency underpinning their interactions, leaving

proposed, “Stay here. I have more to share.” Cecilia

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

attended to the dishes, Cecilia

the window, initiating a

voice was faint, a stark contrast to the impulsive boldness of her youth.

ended the

sudden unease overtook

for the first time, nervously adjusting her

stunning,”

blush crept

the sound of

own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before climbing into bed.

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

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

hand, drawing her close, and reassured her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long

Cecilia fell silent.

on until he presumed she had withdrawn into

out, extinguishing the

her face into the crook

if you wanted to, I wouldn't have rejected you. You didn’t need to take that cold shower.”

spread from

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

resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the

his free hand began to

vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as she gazed

He answered without words.

box, setting it

bathed

shadows danced

night air was punctuated by their shared

the night's

their passion subsided,

rested on his shoulder, her raven

promised to accelerate the

warm skin, her

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

ever cross your mind?” he inquired, lowering his

were always there,

you have work tomorrow? Join me in

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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