A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

The driver asked softly, “Mr. Evans, where are we headed to?”

He did not answer immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes, appreciating the moment of silence.

His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of those major projects and a certain person.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, “Go back to the hotel.”

After the meeting the next day, he should go back to Czanch. After all, he was really busy.

He took over the task a few years ago.

Despite his successful public life, he struggled with personal matters.

He couldn’t even publicly show his love to the woman he loved. And he had to hide his real self and could only find solace in that secret apartment with her.

Two years ago, he broke up with someone he deeply cared for, and the pain still lingered.

He had always been abstinent, but he smoked two packs of cigarettes at that night. ©

He tried to stop himself from going to see her.

If he didn’t see her, he wouldn’t lose his mind and wouldn’t become a love-sick fool. It had been so long since they broke up and he thought he had moved on, but… He hadn’t.

Even now, he couldn’t help but eventually drive alone to see Cecilia.

However, when he found her, she wasn’t alone.

She was with a young gentleman, looking seemingly content with their companionship.

She had dinner with that man and they went to the cinema.

The man didn’t send her home until nine o’clock in the evening.

At the gate of the Fowlers’ villa, Mark’s car was parked not far away. Watching them from a distance, Mark felt a pang of jealousy.

He wished he could be younger, free of obligations, and able to confront the man openly.

But now, he could only watch from the shadows, feeling a mix of emotions.

Cecilia got out of the car and watched the man leave.

The man her mother’s friend Dora Carter introduced to her this time was actually very nice.

And Cecilia was willing to get along with him… She went to dinner with him, went to the movies with him and she felt OK.

Maybe they could get married after some time together.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart ached as she felt torn between her past and the possibility of a future with someone else.

Then, she heard Mark calling her name, “Cecilia.”

Startled, she took a step back, unsure of how to respond, but also guarded.

Mark raised his chin slightly, pointing to his car.

“Get in, and let’s talk.”

Cecilia hesitated, torn between her emotions and her apprehension, not sure if she was ready to confront the past that Mark represented.

She took two steps toward the imposing gate, her intention to ask the guard for assistance thwarted as Mark swiftly grasped her arm and half-forcibly pulled her into the waiting car.

The door closed with a resounding thud, and Mark glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his voice tinged with surprise.

“A blind date?”

Cecilia didn’t attempt to deny it. “Yes, he’s a nice person. He’s met Edwin and accepts him.”

Mark swallowed nervously.

The prospect of someone else becoming Edwin’s father seemed like a cruel joke, but now it was a very real possibility right now.

The woman he once loved so deeply would soon share her life with another man.

And their son, the one he cherished above all else, might call another man dad.

In an attempt to steady his emotions, Mark lit a cigarette.

The smoke curled around his handsome features, accentuating his allure.

He was undeniably good-looking, even with the cigarette in hand.

There had been countless moments when he passionately embraced her, their bodies entwined in the throes of desire. Then he would lean back against the headboard, smoking while grappling with mixed feelings and guilt.

After all, she was 16 years younger than him, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty for taking her.

Once, she leaned over and took a drag from his cigarette, and he trembled and almost dropped the cigarette.

In his new-found excitement, he had sought solace in their physical connection, feeling like nothing more than an instinct-driven animal.

As the car interior filled with smoke, Cecilia couldn’t help but cough weakly and pleaded,

“Let me get out of the car.”

Mark obliged and snuffed out the cigarette, his eyes conveying a profound gaze as he asked the question he had long yearned to voice, “What about you? Do you like him?”

Cecilia’s eyes welled up with tears, and she replied in a subdued tone, “Kind of.”

realized she wasn’t trying to piss him

accepting her fate and

if they treated Edwin well and were compatible in

he caused her had led her to give

conflicting emotions, Mark

his voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call your mother and tell her you won’t be going home

not going out

to you. If you don’t want to, I’ll call your mom myself. Cecilia,

she felt humiliated, but

phone, she couldn’t lie, so she explained that she had something to discuss with him regarding Edwin and might return

silent for a while

Mark, unaware of the conversation that

Mark assured, “I know. I won’t cross

few more words, he hung up and placed the phone in the storage

leaned against the back of the seat, murmuring, “Mark, aren’t you

as he held the steering

your debonair charm, you’re the center

the dark night with

he wished time could freeze, allowing them to be

hour, they arrived at a

Cecilia recognized the place.

she desperately slapped at the window. “I won’t go there,

I refuse!”

why he was taking her back to that apartment.

helpless, Cecilia couldn’t accept

palms were reddened from

filled with tears, and despite her recent composure, she once again felt like

despised herself

stopped the

the tears in her eyes,

mature and astute man, he wouldn’t overlook the fact that she still harbored feelings for him.

won’t do anything. I just want to talk to you about something. Cecilia, don’t we still have trust in each other? If

smooth eloquence, leaving

she felt completely lost in the

display, Mark alighted gracefully from the car, taking

he skillfully opened the car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia

taut, revealing faint

an abundance of patience, Mark stood

passage of time seemed to stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the

of a dim street lamp, her graceful silhouette concealed itself in the shadow of a sycamore tree. Early autumn had stripped the leaves away,

gentle click, Mark shut the

wrist, pulling her into his embrace

the allure of the night was too potent, or it was the nostalgic familiarity that prompted him to recall

customary sense of restraint

his lips against hers, his grip at the back of her head, not heeding

go of

struggle proving futile

smell of

enveloped her

appeared well-groomed but only she knew that the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her

passionate kiss

his grip on

surprising turn, his fine and handsome countenance received a resounding slap, the sound resonating through the night

was suave by

with women often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act spoiled

Except for Cecilia.

gaze, her eyes reddened. “Who gave you the right

you? Are we here because

his lip, a hint of

strength had surprised

murmured, “I apologize. I lost

saint. He knew his body craved

a single moment

do. He acknowledged

olive branch, he asked her, “Go upstairs. There are some documents that require

reluctantly agreed. After all, they shared a child, and she feared his influence might grant him

time, they entered

unchanged, the opulent furnishings well-maintained, as though time had

platter of fruits, all of which happened to be her

succulence of the fruit flesh

is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even after

a

pinched her hand, reminding herself not to be swayed by his gentle demeanor any

had a gift

held the power to ensnare even the most guarded souls with a mere few

pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with him in this opulent

longer resided

a composed manner, she stated, “I believe you want to talk about Edwin. Say what you need to, and then you can drop me home. I am different from you, Mr. Evans. lam currently involved

for him so much? Are

She remained silent.

sofa and took a seat, gesturing for her to do

papers before her. As she flipped through the pages,

Cecilia did not decline.

Edwin was their shared child and she saw no reason to reject his offer to

that

a woman couldn’t have the man she wanted, she should at least secure his financial

Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote

had complicated

a top student in business school, the intricacies of the documents

her countenance, Mark noticed that she looked better than