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 piss him

fate and making the best

to marry someone else if they treated Edwin well and were

led her to give

conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t

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 you

“I’m not going out

you don’t want to, I’ll call your mom myself.

she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly called

she had something to discuss with him

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

unaware of the conversation that ensued between him and

“I know. I

more words, he hung up and placed

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

he held the steering wheel.

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

the dark night with the woman he had once loved deeply

time could freeze, allowing them to be together once

hour, they arrived at a

Cecilia recognized the place.

slapped at the window.

I refuse!”

mind, and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to

couldn’t accept any of

were reddened

she once again felt

despised herself for

stopped the

and seeing the tears in her eyes, his heart

astute man, he wouldn’t overlook the fact that she still harbored feelings for him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have reacted so

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

flowed with a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless

completely lost in the face of his

elegant display, Mark alighted gracefully from the car, taking the

eyes locking onto Cecilia in the obscurity of the

slender neck was taut, revealing faint

an abundance of

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

graceful silhouette concealed itself in the shadow of a

shut the

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

the allure of the night was too potent, or it was the nostalgic familiarity that prompted him

of restraint

not heeding any semblance of gentleness, even stifling her breath with

go of

struggle proving futile as

the smell of tobacco permeated

enveloped her

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

kiss endured,

he released his grip on

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

suave

that he possessed a volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate

Except for Cecilia.

slap, she averted her gaze, her eyes

am to you? Are we

his lip, a

strength had surprised

eyes 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

a single moment had

of what he should do. He

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

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

due time, they entered

as though time had scarcely touched

the table even a platter of fruits, all of which happened

of the fruit

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

a

hand, reminding herself not to be swayed by his gentle

a gift

even the most guarded souls with a mere

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

naivety no longer resided

a composed manner, she stated, “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

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

She remained silent.

slightly. He proceeded to the sofa and took a seat, gesturing for her to do the

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

Cecilia did not decline.

child and she saw no reason to reject his offer

that was Rena’s

man

with Waylen, the value of the

had complicated

Cecilia’s aptitude as a top student in business school, the

better than before;