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.

gas stove, his gaze deep and intense

since he'd allowed himself to look at her

skin, warm and inviting under his touch, felt like

quivering, called out to

forward, capturing her lips in

support against the kitchen

Library Their kisses were

that embrace. Cecilia rested her head on his

through her long hair, comforting

silence, he softly proposed,

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

in the bathroom. We'll eat once

turned the faucet, letting cool water

mirror reflected her

were tinged with

Cecilia caught her breath.

could elicit. Despite the ordeals they'd

attempted to move on, to

craved a fresh

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

reunited with Mark, her heart seemed to

eat,” Mark invited, his tone

responded with a simple

bedroom doorway. She averted her gaze, intending to sidestep him, but he

against the door, he lowered

complexion... it's enchanting.”

to rush things between us." Their maturity precluded the need for explicit statements. He understood her hesitation to physically rekindle their relationship prematurely. Respecting her boundaries, he caressed her dark tresses, his smile acknowledging her

cook, preparing a meal that included her

Cecilia indulged heartily.

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

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

natural consequence, and Cecilia

the distance between them, to compensate for lost

years of silence, coupled with significant

interest appeared to be their discussions

brief exchange,

tone, she requested, “When you see Miss Holt next, could you apologize on my behalf?

apologies.” An ensuing silence enveloped Mark and Cecilia, their gazes

their connection was primarily physical, a fervent urgency underpinning their

the night deepened, Mark proposed, “Stay here. I have more to share.” Cecilia

and a shared life; pretense was unnecessary when he suggested they converse

the dishes, Cecilia

found solace by the window, initiating

stark contrast to the impulsive boldness

a brief conversation, she ended the call,

unease

felt as though she was with a man for the first time, nervously

stunning,” Mark complimented

blush crept across Cecilia's

Soon, the sound of running

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

steam-filled bathroom, Mark's slightly chilled body

embrace, looking up to inquire, “Did you have a cold shower?” Mark's casual affirmation

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

Cecilia fell silent.

until he presumed she had

reached out,

into the

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

spread

wary of betraying their desires. Yet, such things defy restraint, and

resist the mounting tension, Mark cradled the back of her

her, his free hand began to

vulnerable and tender, beckoned him

He answered without words.

to the bedside table, he retrieved a small box, setting it aside before his lips

bathed the

danced upon

night air was punctuated by their

the

subsided,

head rested on his shoulder, her raven

accelerate the thaw

caressed his warm skin,

longed

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

and painful, but you were always there,

Join me in visiting my mom

I'l accompany you to see

Cecilia's smile was faint.

to go

darkness, Mark's voice carried

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