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

was simply accepting her fate and making the best

to marry someone else if they treated Edwin well and

pain he caused her had led her to give

emotions, Mark didn’t know who

time before handing her his phone, his voice returning to calm with a trace of imperceptible tenderness. “Call your mother

not going out with

need to talk to you. If you don’t want

she felt humiliated, but she reluctantly called

phone, she couldn’t lie, so she explained that she had something to

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

to Mark, unaware of

low voice, Mark assured, “I

words, he hung up and placed

Cecilia leaned against the back of the seat, murmuring, “Mark, aren’t you very

chuckled as he held the steering wheel. “Do you know my

always in the news, Mr. Evans. With your debonair charm, you’re the center of attention wherever you go.

as he drove through the dark night with the woman

could freeze, allowing them

an hour, they arrived at

Cecilia recognized the place.

desperately slapped at the window. “I won’t go there,

I refuse!”

and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that apartment. What were his intentions? What did

Cecilia couldn’t

were reddened from

she once again felt like the powerless girl who couldn’t

herself for

Mark stopped the

to face her and seeing the tears in her eyes, his heart

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

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

flowed with a smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and

of her emotions, she felt completely lost in the face of his persuasive

alighted gracefully from the car,

around, he skillfully opened the car door, his eyes locking onto

slender neck was taut, revealing

of patience, Mark

until, at last, Cecilia emerged from the vehicle

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

shut the car

he reached out and captured her wrist, pulling her into

too potent, or it

customary sense of restraint

grip at the back of her head, not heeding any semblance of gentleness, even stifling her breath with the intensity of

go of

struggle proving

of

scent enveloped her

lingering aroma of his masculinity would cling to her

kiss

released his grip

turn, his fine and handsome countenance received a resounding

suave by

bending to accommodate him. None dared to act spoiled in his presence, let

Except for Cecilia.

slap, she averted her gaze, her eyes reddened. “Who gave you the

you think I am to you? Are we here because you

grazed his lip, a hint of pain

strength had

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

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

moment had

of what he should do. He acknowledged that

“Go upstairs.

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

due time, they entered

furnishings well-maintained, as though time had scarcely

the table even a platter of fruits, all of which

of the fruit flesh was

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

tightened, a

to be swayed by his gentle demeanor any

gift

even the most

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

no longer resided

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 any

so much? Are you determined

She remained silent.

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

As she flipped through the pages,

Cecilia did not decline.

no reason to reject his offer to financially

that was

the man she wanted,

the value of the checks he wrote her grew exponentially.

Mark had

Cecilia’s aptitude as a top student in business school, the intricacies of the documents left

her countenance, Mark noticed that she looked better than before; her face no longer as