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

was simply accepting her fate and making

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

led her to give

with heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark

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 be going home for the time

froze. “I’m not

to you. If you don’t want

cheeks as she felt humiliated, but she

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

remained silent for a while before instructing, “Put Mark on the

the phone to Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued

voice, Mark assured, “I know.

up

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

steering wheel.

always in the news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go. It’s

with the

he wished time could freeze,

an hour, they arrived at a quiet

Cecilia recognized the place.

slapped at the window. “I won’t

I refuse!”

memories 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

couldn’t accept any

palms were reddened from her

composure, she once again felt like the

herself

Mark stopped

and seeing the tears in her eyes, his heart

that she still harbored feelings for him. Otherwise, she

want to talk to you about something. Cecilia, don’t we still have trust in each other? If you can’t trust me, at

a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable

and unsure of her emotions, she felt completely lost in the

gracefully from the car, taking the

opened the car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia

neck was taut, revealing

an abundance of

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

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

a gentle click, Mark shut the

he reached out and captured her wrist, pulling her into his embrace before she could

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

of

of her head, not heeding any semblance of

Let go

desperate struggle proving futile as his

of

enveloped her

knew that the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her skin for a considerable duration

passionate kiss

released his

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

was suave

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

Except for Cecilia.

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

think I am to you? Are we here because you want

tongue grazed his lip,

had

eyes reflected depth as he murmured, “I

knew his body craved her presence; the passionate encounters of

moment had he

should do.

upstairs. There are some documents that require

shared a child, and she feared

due time, they entered

opulent furnishings well-maintained, as though time had scarcely touched the luxurious

even a platter of fruits, all of which happened to

the fruit flesh

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

a

pinched her hand, reminding herself not to be

had a gift

the most guarded souls with a mere few

his spell again, or

naivety no longer resided within

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 with someone else, and it would be disrespectful to him if I continued any entanglement with

so much? Are you determined to

She remained silent.

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

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

Cecilia did not decline.

all, Edwin was their shared child and she saw no

that

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

value of the checks he wrote her grew exponentially.

Mark had

student in business school, the intricacies

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