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

fate

willing to marry someone else if they

caused her had led her to

emotions, Mark didn’t know who to

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

not going

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

streamed down Cecilia’s cheeks as she felt

she explained that she had something to discuss with him regarding Edwin and

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

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

“I know. I won’t

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

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

chuckled as he held the steering wheel.

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

remained silent as he drove through the dark night with the woman he had once

he wished time could freeze,

half an hour, they arrived at a

Cecilia recognized the place.

she desperately slapped at the window. “I won’t

I refuse!”

flooded her mind, and she couldn’t fathom why he was

helpless, Cecilia couldn’t accept any

were reddened

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

despised herself for

Mark stopped the

to face her and seeing the tears in her eyes,

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

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

smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia

her emotions, she felt completely

elegant display, Mark alighted gracefully from

car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia

neck was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a

an abundance of patience,

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

in the shadow of a sycamore

a gentle click, Mark shut the car door behind

and captured her wrist, pulling her into his

potent, or it

customary sense of restraint

pressed his lips against hers, his grip at the back of her head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness, even stifling her breath with the intensity

Let go

implored, her desperate struggle proving futile as his

the smell of tobacco permeated

enveloped her

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

kiss

released his grip

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

was suave

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

Except for Cecilia.

eyes reddened. “Who gave

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

tongue grazed his lip,

strength had

murmured, “I apologize.

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 past years remained vivid in his

a single moment

do. He acknowledged that the

branch, he asked her, “Go upstairs. There

reluctantly agreed. After all, they shared a child, and she feared his influence might grant him

they entered the

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

platter of fruits, all

the fruit flesh

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

throat tightened, a hint of sweetness

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

gift for captivating

to ensnare even the most guarded souls with a mere few

his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with him in

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

“Do you care for him so much? Are

She remained silent.

to the sofa and took a seat, gesturing for her to do the same.

As she flipped through the pages,

Cecilia did not decline.

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

that was Rena’s

have the man she wanted, she should at least secure

instance, when Rena broke up with Waylen, the value

Mark had

business school, the

that she looked better than before; her face no longer