A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love by Arny Gallucio

Chapter 1894

The seat adjacent to Cecilia became available as the person stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her.

With eleven people squeezing into ten seats, the proximity was undeniable.

Mark was pressed against Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing of his internal state.

Involved in the evening’s mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps as a social prop.

His handsome features complemented his formidable background.

Here, no one would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking or drinking.

The room buzzed with energy.

Cecilia, mostly quiet, found herself the focus when a tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from Miss Fowler shall guarantee funding for the play.

”

Her eyes lifted.

in the tension between appeasing wealthy patrons and respecting

of a Fowler daughter

would have declined without hesitation, but Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such

the expectant eyes of the crowd, Cecilia rose, glass in

a poised

“Mr.

I trust you’ll honor

”

she prepared to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers,

It was Mark.

gasp filled the

They were taken aback.

lady, and not just any, but

Yet Nothing happened next.