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.”

wasn’t trying to

simply accepting her fate and making

willing to marry someone else if they treated Edwin well and were compatible

her to give up and embrace her

and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t

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

froze. “I’m not

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

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

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

Juliette remained silent for a while

phone to Mark, unaware of the conversation that ensued between

“I know. I won’t

words, he hung up and

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

steering wheel.

debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go. It’s hard for me not

he drove through the dark night with the woman

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

an hour, they arrived at a

Cecilia recognized the place.

she desperately slapped at the window.

I refuse!”

was taking her back to that apartment. What were his intentions? What did he

helpless, Cecilia couldn’t accept any of

palms were reddened from her

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

despised herself

Mark stopped

and seeing the tears in her eyes, his

overlook the fact that she still harbored feelings for him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t

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

eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable to refute

emotions, she felt completely lost in

Mark alighted gracefully from the car,

eyes locking onto Cecilia in the obscurity

was taut, revealing

abundance of

at last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle and advanced ahead,

shadow of

Mark shut the car door behind

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

or it was the nostalgic familiarity

of

against hers, his grip at the back of her head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness, even stifling her

Let go of

her desperate struggle proving

of tobacco

enveloped her

the lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to

kiss endured,

he released his grip on

countenance received a resounding

suave by

women often bending to accommodate him. None dared

Except for Cecilia.

she averted her gaze, her eyes reddened.

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

his lip,

had surprised

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

been a while since he had been with her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate encounters

single moment

Mark was aware of what he should do. He

an olive branch, he asked her, “Go upstairs. There are

agreed. After all, they shared a child, and she feared his influence

due time, they entered the

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

fruits, all

succulence of the fruit

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

tightened, a hint of sweetness

her hand, reminding herself not to be swayed by

had a gift for

power to ensnare even the most guarded souls with a mere

fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with him in this opulent

no longer resided within

“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, Mr. Evans. lam currently involved with someone else, and it would be disrespectful to him if I

irritation. “Do you care for him so much? Are you determined to marry no ‘one

She remained silent.

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

facing a stack of papers before her. As she flipped through the pages, she realized they

Cecilia did not decline.

Edwin was their shared child and she saw no reason to reject

least, that was

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

when Rena broke up with Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote her

had

business school, the intricacies of the documents left her

looked better than before; her face no longer