A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

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However, he set out earlier, around two. Waylen understood his reasons all too well.

After embracing Edwin, Mark departed into the heavy snow. As he stepped into the waiting car, Peter couldn’t resist asking, “It’s not yet time. Why the early departure?”

Mark, slipping off his leather gloves, fixed his gaze forward with his mesmerizing, narrowed eyes.

“To the studio. And make a pit stop halfway. I want to buy cups of milk tea.”

Peter pulled away with an understanding smile.

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He was well aware that Mr. Evans intended to visit Cecilia. Lightly teasing, he added, “She’ll surely be overjoyed to see you.

Mark’s heart carried a weight. A pause ensued before he softly murmured, “I owe them too much.”

Peter contemplated offering comfort, but in the end, he simply sighed softly, realizing the depth of Mark’s emotions.

The winter landscape was adorned with a blanket of snow. Chilling gusts swept through, the frigid air piercing to the bone.

Within the studio, the heating was absent. Cecilia, engaged in shooting a shampoo advertisement, stood in a thin summer dress. The moment one segment of the advertisement concluded, her assistant promptly enveloped her in a blanket.

Despite the biting cold, she remained resolutely focused on checking on the video.

By the doorway, Mark stood, his gaze unwavering.

Though Cecilia had asserted that even though her work might appear insignificant, it was essential for her livelihood. Mark chose not to disturb her although he felt sad to see her suffer.

But her eyes caught sight of him.

The onlookers, too, turned their attention to this gentleman of dignified elegance.

The director recognized Mark and, speaking in hushed tones, queried Cecilia, “Is he here for you?”

Cecilia looked at Mark intently.

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Sensibly, Peter distributed cups of milk tea, addressing the assembly with a warm smile and explained, “Mr. Evans has come to check on Miss Fowler. Given the cold weather, please enjoy some hot milk tea.”

A cup of steaming milk tea was handed to Cecilia. Clasping the warm cup, Cecilia approached Mark.

In his eyes, an affectionate Light gleamed.

Mark shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, his touch tender as he secured it in place. Gently, he chided, “Sometimes I wonder how old you are. Can’t you add another layer of clothing?”

Though his words carried a hint of reproach, his tone remained soothing. Cecilia stood momentarily stupefied, her voice a hush.

“Did you come here just for me?”

Mark surveyed his surroundings, then quipped, “Do you think I am here to deliver milk tea to these burly men?”

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