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.

deep and intense as

ages since he'd allowed himself to look

inviting under his touch,

quivering, called out to

capturing her lips in a

staggered, finding support against

Library Their kisses were

no further than that embrace. Cecilia rested her head

through her long hair,

silence, he softly proposed, “You must be

“Okay,” she replied, her eyes reddened

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

turned the faucet, letting

reflected

tinged with red, her complexion

Cecilia caught her breath.

Mark could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd weathered over the

had attempted to move on,

a

out the undeniable truth-she

seemed to reawaken, pulsating with life

eat,” Mark

responded with a simple

She averted

against the door, he lowered

it's enchanting.”

want to rush things between us." Their maturity precluded the need for explicit statements. He understood her hesitation to physically rekindle

was a proficient cook, preparing a meal that

Cecilia indulged heartily.

Mark brewed a cup of fruit tea, offering it with a

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

seemed a natural consequence, and Cecilia

desires to bridge the distance between them, to

significant age disparities and

sole mutual interest appeared to be their discussions about

exchange, Cecilia's

Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf? I wasn't at my best

your apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia,

was primarily physical, a fervent urgency underpinning their interactions,

I have more

a shared life; pretense was unnecessary when he

to the dishes,

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

was faint, a stark contrast to

conversation, she ended the call, her gaze falling

unease overtook

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

Look stunning,” Mark complimented

crept

bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water

on the sofa but eventually decided the bed was more appropriate. Frustrated with her own timidity, she reasoned th i i She chastised herself before climbing

from a steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly

“Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's casual affirmation concerned her, sparking worry

her in a whisper, “It’s alright. As long as I'm cautious

Cecilia fell silent.

he presumed

reached out, extinguishing

her face into

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

spread from his

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

Library Unable to resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the

he kissed her, his free hand began to ease

Her voice, vulnerable and tender, beckoned him as

He answered without words.

box, setting

bathed

shadows danced

night air was punctuated by their

the night's

their passion subsided, the clock

on his shoulder,

accelerate the thaw in their

warm skin, her voice a soft

day. I longed for

your mind?” he inquired, lowering his gaze to

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

me in visiting my mom if

I'l accompany you to see

Cecilia's smile was faint.

do you have the courage to go see my parents?” she

carried a

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