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

accepting her fate and

willing to marry someone else if they treated Edwin

her had led her to give up

heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark

before handing her his phone, his voice returning to calm with a

“I’m not

as he explained, “I need to talk to you. If you don’t want to, I’ll call your mom myself. Cecilia, do you want this

down Cecilia’s cheeks as she felt humiliated, but

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

the other end, Juliette remained silent for a

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

“I

more words, he hung up and placed the phone in the storage

against the back of the seat, murmuring,

held the steering wheel. “Do

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

as he drove through the dark night with the woman he had once loved deeply seated beside

moment, he wished time could freeze,

hour, they arrived at a quiet

Cecilia recognized the place.

desperately slapped at the

I refuse!”

couldn’t fathom why he was

Cecilia couldn’t accept any of

were reddened from her

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

herself

stopped the

face her and seeing the tears in her eyes,

a mature and astute man, he wouldn’t overlook the fact that she still

he 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

a smooth eloquence, leaving

emotions, she felt completely lost in the face

display, Mark alighted gracefully from the car, taking

his eyes locking onto

slender neck was taut, revealing faint blue

abundance of patience,

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

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

shut

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

of the night was too potent, or it was the

customary sense of restraint abandoned

of her head, not

go of

struggle proving futile as his hold remained

of tobacco permeated

enveloped her

only she knew that the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her

passionate kiss endured, seemingly

he released his

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

was suave

women often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act spoiled in

Except for Cecilia.

eyes reddened. “Who gave you the right to

Are we here because you want to continue our shameless

tongue grazed his lip, a hint

had surprised

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

been with her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate encounters of the past years remained vivid in

a single moment had he

of what he should do. He acknowledged that

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

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

time, they

furnishings well-maintained, as though time had scarcely

even a platter of fruits,

of the fruit

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

a hint of

herself not to

a gift for captivating hearts

words held the power to ensnare even the

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

naivety no longer

drop me home. I am different from you, Mr. Evans. lam currently involved with someone else, and it would be

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

She remained silent.

a seat, gesturing for

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

Cecilia did not decline.

no reason to reject his offer to financially support their

least, that

a woman couldn’t have the man she wanted, she should at

Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote her grew

Mark had

business school,

she looked better than before; her