A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 2051 ALL she wanted was a better life and happiness. Was this humiliation her price? Leaving the hospital, Elaine hesitated, her lips pressed tightly together.

Considering a visit to Rena, she wondered if maybe Rena might show some mercy; however, there would surely be strings attached.

Deciding against it, Elaine kept a low profile.

Within a week, her physical scars began to fade, and so did the rumors.

Yet, she was aware that she had become the butt of jokes among her peers.

She pinned all blame on Cecilia and didn’t let go of her infatuation for Mark. As she arrived at Mark's office once again, the receptionist gave her a pitied look. Without even checking with Mark, she said, “Mr. Evans will not be seeing you.” Elaine tried to protest, but was cut off, “Miss Shaw, remember, Mr. Evans has a family to think about.” Just as Elaine was about to voice her anger, a familiar face emerged from the elevator: Peter, one of Mark's associates.

Elaine approached Peter, expressing her desire to meet Mark, believing there had been some misunderstanding about past events.

Peter, who was generally kind to most, held a bad impression about Elaine.

Observing the determined lady before him, he remarked, “Miss Shaw, pressing Mr. Evans incessantly may overwhelm him. While many are unaware of his temperament, I'm all too familiar. His fury can be daunting.” With a touch of regret, Elaine responded, “That wasn't my intention.” Peter thought that Elaine was in over her head.

Suddenly, a vehicle halted nearby, and a woman, appearing to be a housemaid, approached.

Handing over a wooden lunchbox to Peter, she swiftly moved on.

Peter, acknowledging the delivery, ascended the stairs.

Having witnessed this, Elaine surmised that the meal was intended for Mark, prompting her to dash outside.

She momentarily stopped the housemaid, who brought the meals.

Due to Mark's fragile health, he was particular about his diet, avoiding processed foods. Zoey, concerned for his well-being, prepared fresh meals for him daily, entrusting the housemaid with their delivery.

Seeing an opportunity, Elaine discreetly offered the housemaid a hefty sum from her purse, amounting to approximately five thousand dollars.

She proposed a monthly stipend of the same amount to the housemaid, eliciting palpable excitement from her.

The housemaid thought that merely bringing food to Mark in exchange for the money was a reasonable deal, confident in her discretion.

Meanwhile, Peter entered a room upstairs, where Mark was engrossed in paperwork.

Chapter 2052 The gentle sunlight filtering through the blinds illuminated his serene demeanor.

Setting the lunchbox on a tea table, Peter unveiled the meal, commenting with a warm smile, “Your mother painstakingly prepared these four dishes and a soup since dawn. Her love for you is evident.” Mark, without lifting his gaze from the documents, replied, “It would be best if the servant handled the cooking. She doesn't have to do this herself." A smile graced Peter's face once more.

Subsequently, Mark inquired about the status of the branch company in Czanch and a project there that was facing some challenges.

Peter quickly updated, “The person overseeing locally has proven quite challenging. Nevertheless, I've managed to facilitate some solutions.” Mark nodded in approval, concluding his reading by signing the document.

He joined for lunch, savoring each dish Zoey prepared.

Every dish was light, catering to his dietary needs, yet delicious in every bite.

As Mark indulged in the food, a wave of nostalgia and softness enveloped him.

He contemplated moving back to Czanch once the Duefron company was stable, envisioning reuniting with Cecilia and their children.

Angela's Library Meanwhile, Peter consumed his meal, thoughts drifting towards the visitor earlier.

He remarked, “Miss Shaw was here. It seemed she wanted to apologize to you, but I turned her away.” Mark almost forgot about her.

The mere mention of Elaine momentarily clouded Mark's demeanor. Mark confessed, “I prefer Elaine stays away. Cecilia believes there are numerous women Like Elaine and argues it's futile to address each one.” Peter quipped with a grin, “Cecilia seems quite gracious nowadays.

Mark shot a pointed look at Peter, commenting, “Gracious? It’s evident my allure isn't what it once was. In the past, her jealousy would flare at the slightest provocation. Now, she even interacts with Elaine in the same film set.” Amused Peter added, “And don’t forget, Cecilia and Flora remain close.” Mark's expression turned sour.

Placing his spoon down firmly, he uttered, “Peter, that's a topic I'd rather not discuss.” Mark whispered more to himself than anyone, “I haven't interacted with Flora in ages.” Seeing Mark's evident discomfort, Peter tried to Lighten the mood by serving Mark more food, jesting, “I'm aware of that. You've become quite reserved lately.” Mark begrudgingly accepted Peter's offering...

The subsequent day, as lunchtime approached, Mark and Peter sat together.

Chapter 2053 Peter unveiled the lunchbox, beaming, “Seems Mrs. Evans has prepared something else today.” Mark surveyed the dishes and noted some distinct variations.

The presence of lean meat dishes was conspicuous.

Taking a bite, he frowned, remarking, “This wasn't prepared by my mother today. Perhaps she took a day off and let the servant handle it. The meat is overly chewy and undercooked.” Ever the flatterer, Peter grinned, replying, “Your palate is truly impeccable. I doubt even the renowned food critics on air could rival you." The duo conversed with ease.

Mark, being both talented and a charmer, quipped, “My taste buds discern more than just food. They've also won over many women, including difficult ones like Cecilia.” Engrossed in their banter, neither noticed the figures by the door.

ANGELA'sLIBRARY Cecilia, along with Mark's female secretary, had overheard.

The blood drained from Cecilia's face, a mixture of embarrassment and irritation evident.

The secretary, equally flustered by the situation, swiftly made her exit.

Cecilia, though intending to leave unnoticed, caught the eyes of the two men.

Peter, realizing the gravity of the situation, attempted to defuse it, saying, “Mr. Evans is just naturally charming, always full of sweet nothings. .

In her younger days, Cecilia would warmly address Mark as ‘Uncle Mark* and do wild things with him.

But hearing Mark discuss intimate matters so nonchalantly, a wave of discomfort and indignation washed over her.

Without a word, she turned and departed.

shifted from

his food, he dashed

now replaced with urgency, he was a sight for the onlooking secretaries as he frantically pressed the elevator

elevator, Cecilia tried

words, feeling a mix

fresh

reaching her car, Cecilia wasted no time in

of facing Mark was

she drove to the seldom-used residence

nestled herself in bed, without bothering to

from another city, she had intended to pick up Edwin alongside Mark. However, the incident in the

and exhausted, she dialed her driver to fetch Edwin and soon drifted

having attempted to follow her, was a

even landlines of known locations yielded

for any hotel check-ins under Cecilia's

up empty-handed, a moment of introspection in his car led him to drive

arrival, the quiet ambiance of the house greeted

red Hermes bag lay on the

coat and went

still in her day

by the quilt

covering her, Mark took a moment to

hadn't seen each other for

he settled beside her, drawing her into a protective

had settled

from Cecilia,

his dismay, she was

attributing her state

confirming her fever at 38°C, he promptly summoned a

a shot to combat the fever. Assessing her overall condition, he remarked, “She seems fatigued. Best let her rest.” As Mark escorted the doctor out, the latter cast an appreciative glance back, commenting, “Is this the

agitated, Mark curtly signaled for

the doctor jovially remarked on the ambiance, hinting at Mark's

Mark's firm stance ushered the doctor

himself

the urge to be productive, prompting him to prepare a meal in the kitchen. He meticulously cooked some light

done, he resumed his position by Cecilia's side, patiently

open, the clock

unwell, a

gently inquired, “How are you feeling?” Weak and

the room.

Mark's earlier words, the tension

Cecilia finally voiced her desire to

of her fever, suggested a more cautious

shower right now. Let me help you freshen up with a damp towel.” However, Cecilia was insistent, rising to retrieve

lock the door as she showered, the ambient sounds from the bathroom were audible in the bedroom where

indicating the end of her shower,

her grasp, tending to her with

She didn’t respond verbally but

he enveloped her with a dry

into her ear, hoping to

to face him, avoiding the sensitive topic, she remarked, “I'm

Understanding the need for a temporary truce, Mark let her dress before they sat down

was thick with unsaid words until Cecilia,

confidant, our personal life is not a topic for casual

searching for any

that?” he mumbled, the weight of regret heavy in his

genuine remorse. Why hold on

and general

She focused on her meal

a few moments of silence, Mark hesitated, and then whispered, “I already called back home. You

hand over her forehead, concern

still burning up. Just one night, okay?”

pieced together the puzzle of her

with

was probably

She might feel violated.

in Mark's gaze

Cecilia distractedly said, “I'll watch some TV. You can clean up and then take

a romantic movie to distract herself and tearing open a

to break the moment's fragile tranquility. He knew

decided to bake

rummaged through the cupboards and found a bag of flour. He'd recently experimented with various cookie recipes -milk-infused treats perfect for Olivia, who loved them for

he lacked cookie cutters, he managed by hand,

chocolate cookies

air. Mark placed a batch on a

the living room, he noticed Cecilia, engrossed in her

to her, offering the plate. She was immediately tempted by the scent and

“Fresh out of the

raven hair was slightly damp. Mark, always attentive, fetched a towel and began to pat

into a comfortable position on his

murmured, “There's my girl,” and leaned down, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss that

slightly, Cecilia focused