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.”

she wasn’t trying to piss

her fate and making the best of

willing to marry someone else if they

pain he caused her had led her to give up

heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know who

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

not

softened 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

down Cecilia’s cheeks as she felt humiliated,

lie, so she explained that she had something to discuss with him regarding

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

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

“I know. I

words, he hung up and placed the phone

against the back

the steering

“You’re always in the news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go. It’s hard for me not to

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

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

they arrived at

Cecilia recognized the place.

she desperately slapped at the window.

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

couldn’t

were reddened from her

eyes were filled with tears, and despite her recent composure, she once again felt like

despised herself

stopped

to 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

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, at least trust your

leaving Cecilia

and unsure of her emotions, she felt completely

display, Mark alighted gracefully from the car, taking

around, he skillfully opened the car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia in the obscurity of the

revealing faint blue veins,

an abundance of patience, Mark stood

passage of time seemed to stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the

in the shadow of a sycamore tree. Early autumn had stripped the leaves away, creating an air of

Mark shut the

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

allure of the night was too potent, or it was the

sense of restraint

pressed his lips against hers, his grip at the back of her head, not heeding any semblance

go

proving

the smell of tobacco permeated

scent enveloped her

of his masculinity would cling to her skin for

kiss endured, seemingly

released his

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

suave

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

Except for Cecilia.

eyes reddened. “Who gave you the

to you? Are we

grazed his lip, a hint of pain

strength had surprised

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

since he had been with her, and he was no saint. He knew his body

a single moment

what he should do. He acknowledged that the

her, “Go upstairs. There are some

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

time, they

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

of fruits, all of which happened to

the fruit flesh

what I asked Peter to prepare. Even

a

not to be swayed by his gentle demeanor any

had a gift for captivating hearts

words held the power to ensnare even the most guarded souls with a mere

hurt so deeply, she pondered whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in

longer

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

care for him so

She remained silent.

a seat, gesturing for her

stack of papers before her. As she flipped through

Cecilia did not decline.

and she saw no reason to reject

that was

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

with Waylen, the value of

had

business school, the intricacies of the documents

countenance, Mark noticed that she looked better than