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.”

wasn’t trying to piss him

was simply accepting her fate and making the best

to marry someone else if they treated Edwin well and were

led her to give up

heartache and conflicting emotions,

for a long time before handing her his phone, his voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness.

froze. “I’m not going

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

as she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly called

Mark’s phone, she couldn’t lie, so she explained that she had something

a

handed the phone to Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued

a low voice, Mark assured, “I know. I won’t cross

more words, he hung up and placed the

started moving, and Cecilia leaned against the back of the

chuckled as he held the steering wheel. “Do

the news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go. It’s hard for me not to

dark night with the woman he

could freeze, allowing them

hour, they arrived at

Cecilia recognized the place.

slapped at the window. “I won’t

I refuse!”

couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that apartment. What were his intentions? What did he

helpless, Cecilia couldn’t accept any of

were reddened from her futile

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

despised herself for

Mark stopped the

her and seeing the tears in her

wouldn’t overlook the fact that she still harbored feelings for him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have reacted so

comfort her like one would soothe a child. “I won’t do anything. I just want to talk to you about something.

eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and

her emotions, she felt completely lost in the face of his persuasive

gracefully from

eyes locking onto

was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a striking

of patience, Mark stood

seemed to stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged

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

click, Mark shut

pulling her into his embrace before

of the night was too potent, or it was the nostalgic

customary sense of restraint

his grip at the back of her head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness, even stifling her breath

Let go

proving futile as his hold

the smell of tobacco permeated her

enveloped

only she knew that the lingering aroma of his masculinity would

passionate kiss endured,

his

a surprising turn, his fine and handsome countenance received a resounding

suave

secret that he possessed a volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act spoiled in his presence, let

Except for Cecilia.

the slap, she averted her gaze, her eyes reddened. “Who gave you the right to kiss

I am to you? Are

his lip, a hint of pain

strength had surprised

he murmured, “I apologize. I lost

been a while since he had been with her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate encounters of the past

a single moment

he should do. He

an olive branch, he asked her, “Go upstairs. There are

moment, Cecilia reluctantly agreed. After all, they shared

they

furnishings well-maintained, as though

the table even a platter of fruits, all of

the fruit

he followed her gaze and gently said, “This is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even after all these years, he still remembers your culinary

tightened, a

herself not to be swayed by his gentle demeanor any

had a gift for captivating hearts

the power to ensnare even the most guarded souls with

might have fallen under his spell again,

naivety no longer

you can drop me home. I am different from you, Mr. Evans. lam currently involved with someone else, and it would be disrespectful to him if I continued any entanglement with

care for him so much? Are you determined to marry no ‘one but

She remained silent.

slightly. He proceeded to the sofa and took a seat, gesturing for her to do the same. “Sit down and review these

facing a stack of papers before her. As she flipped through

Cecilia did not decline.

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

least, that was Rena’s

if a woman couldn’t have the man she wanted, she

up with Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote

Mark had

business school,

Mark noticed that she looked better than