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.”

trying to piss him

fate and making the

to marry someone else if they treated Edwin well and

had led her to give up

and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know

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

“I’m not going out

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

Cecilia’s cheeks as she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly

couldn’t lie, so she explained that she had something to discuss

silent for a while before instructing,

to Mark, unaware of the conversation

“I know. I won’t

few more words, he hung up and placed

Cecilia leaned against the back of the seat, murmuring, “Mark,

chuckled as he held the steering wheel.

your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go. It’s

the dark night with the woman he had

this moment, he wished time could freeze, allowing them to be

an hour, they

Cecilia recognized the place.

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

I refuse!”

of their past intimacy flooded her mind, and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that apartment. What were his intentions? What did he expect from

Cecilia couldn’t accept

were reddened from

filled with tears, and despite her recent composure, she once again felt like the powerless girl who couldn’t resist

despised herself

Mark stopped

face her and seeing the tears in

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

do anything. I just want to talk to you about something. Cecilia, don’t we still

smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable to

emotions, she felt completely lost in the face of his

display, Mark alighted gracefully from

eyes locking onto Cecilia in the obscurity of

was taut, revealing faint

of patience,

stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the

the shadow of a sycamore tree. Early autumn had stripped the leaves away,

click, Mark shut the car door behind

captured her wrist, pulling her into his embrace before she

of the night was too potent, or it was the

sense of

head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness, even stifling her breath with the intensity of

go of

her desperate struggle proving futile as his

smell of tobacco permeated

enveloped her

aroma of his masculinity would cling to her skin for a considerable duration

kiss

released his grip

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

suave by

that he possessed a volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate him.

Except for Cecilia.

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

I am to you? Are we here because

grazed his lip, a hint of pain

had

reflected depth as he murmured, “I apologize. I lost control

he had been with her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate

a single moment

he should do. He acknowledged that the recent

her, “Go upstairs. There are some documents that require your

all, they shared a child, and she feared his influence might

they entered

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

a platter of fruits, all of which happened to be

succulence of the fruit

door, he followed her gaze and gently said, “This is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even

tightened, a hint of sweetness

hand, reminding herself not to be

had a gift

words held the power to ensnare even the most guarded souls

she pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged

longer

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

for him so much?

She remained silent.

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

stack of papers before her. As she flipped through the pages, she realized they

Cecilia did not decline.

saw no reason to reject his

that was

the man she wanted,

Rena broke up with Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote her

Mark had complicated

Cecilia’s aptitude as a top student in business school, the intricacies of the documents left her feeling

her countenance, Mark noticed that she looked better