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

simply accepting her fate and making the best of

was willing to marry someone else if they treated Edwin well and were

had led her to give up and

conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know who

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

froze. “I’m not going out with

softened as he explained, “I need to talk to you. If you don’t want to, I’ll

she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly

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

the other end, Juliette remained silent for a while before instructing,

handed the phone to Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued between him and

low voice, Mark assured, “I know.

up and placed

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

he held the steering wheel. “Do you know my

news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center

the dark night with the woman

he wished time could freeze, allowing them to be together once

an hour, they arrived

Cecilia recognized the place.

at the

I refuse!”

fathom why he was taking

couldn’t accept any

reddened from her

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

herself

stopped the

to face her and seeing the tears in her eyes,

the fact that she still harbored

reached out to caress her face, trying to comfort her like one would soothe a child. “I won’t do anything. I just want to talk to you about something. Cecilia, don’t we still have trust in each other? If you can’t trust me,

eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable to refute

she felt completely lost in the face of his

alighted gracefully from

car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia in the obscurity of

slender neck was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a striking

an abundance of patience,

to stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and

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

a gentle click, Mark shut the car

pulling her into his embrace

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

sense of restraint abandoned

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

Let go

her desperate struggle proving futile as his

of tobacco permeated

scent enveloped her

his masculinity would cling to her skin for a considerable duration

passionate kiss endured, seemingly

released his

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

suave by

that he possessed a volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act

Except for Cecilia.

her eyes reddened. “Who gave you the right

to you? Are

tongue grazed his lip, a hint of

had surprised

murmured, “I apologize. I lost control for a

he was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate

single moment had

was aware of what he should do. He acknowledged that the recent kiss had

“Go upstairs. There are some

for a moment, Cecilia reluctantly agreed. After all, they shared a child, and

due time, they

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

fruits, all of which happened to be her

the fruit

gaze and gently said, “This is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even after all these years, he

tightened, a hint

to be swayed

a gift for captivating hearts

ensnare even the most guarded souls with a

so deeply, she pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with

no longer resided

you need to, and then you can drop me home. I am different from you, Mr. Evans. lam currently involved with

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

She remained silent.

sofa and took a seat, gesturing for her to

pursed her lips but obliged, facing a stack of papers before her. As she flipped

Cecilia did not decline.

no reason

that was Rena’s

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

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

had complicated

business school, the intricacies of the documents left

countenance, Mark noticed that she looked better than before; her face no longer as