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

accepting her fate and making

someone else if they treated Edwin well and were compatible in every

had led her to give up and embrace

and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know who

stared at her for a long time before handing her his phone, his voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call your mother and tell her you won’t

not going out

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

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

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

other end, Juliette remained silent for a while before instructing, “Put Mark

Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued between him and

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

hung up and placed the phone in

car started moving, and Cecilia leaned against the back of the seat, murmuring, “Mark, aren’t

held the steering

retorted sarcastically, “You’re always in the news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you

silent as he drove through the dark night with the woman

wished time could freeze, allowing them

they arrived at a

Cecilia recognized the place.

at the

I refuse!”

and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that apartment. What

Cecilia couldn’t accept any of

palms were reddened from her futile

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

herself for

stopped the

face her and seeing the

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 have trust

eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable

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

display, Mark alighted gracefully from the car, taking

skillfully opened the car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia

revealing faint

abundance of patience,

time seemed to stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and advanced ahead, disregarding his

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

shut the car door behind

reached out and captured her wrist, pulling

potent, or it was the nostalgic familiarity that

of

at the back of her head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness, even

go

desperate struggle proving futile as his hold

smell of tobacco permeated

scent enveloped

the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling

passionate kiss

he released his grip

fine and handsome countenance received a resounding slap, the sound resonating

was suave

volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act spoiled in his presence, let alone raise a hand

Except for Cecilia.

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

you? Are we here because

lip, a hint of pain

had

he murmured, “I apologize. I lost control for

had 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

moment had he

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

her, “Go upstairs. There are some

After all, they shared a child,

time, they entered the

well-maintained, as though

of fruits, all of which

succulence of the fruit

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

tightened, a hint of sweetness

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

had a gift for captivating

the most guarded souls with a

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

naivety no longer resided

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,

irritation. “Do you care for him so much? Are you determined to

She remained silent.

took a seat, gesturing for her to do the same. “Sit down

her. As she flipped through the pages, she realized they were related to Edwin’s

Cecilia did not decline.

and she saw no reason to reject his offer to financially support

that was

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

instance, when Rena broke up with Waylen, the value of the

had complicated

Cecilia’s aptitude as a top student in business school, the intricacies of

that she looked better than before; her face no