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

simply accepting her fate and making the best

they treated

had led her to give

with heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t know who to

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

froze. “I’m not

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

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

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

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

of the conversation

Mark assured, “I know. I won’t cross any

he hung up and placed the phone in

Cecilia leaned against the back of the

held the steering wheel.

always in 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

could freeze, allowing them to be together once

an hour, they arrived at

Cecilia recognized the place.

she desperately slapped at the window.

I refuse!”

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

helpless, Cecilia couldn’t

were reddened

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

herself

Mark stopped

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

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,

eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless

emotions, she felt completely lost in the face of his

an elegant display, Mark alighted gracefully from the car,

opened the car door, his eyes

revealing faint blue veins, a striking

abundance of

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

soft glow of a dim street lamp, her graceful silhouette concealed itself in the shadow of a sycamore tree. Early autumn had stripped the leaves away, creating an

gentle click, Mark shut the

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

or it was the nostalgic familiarity that prompted him to recall

of restraint

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

Let go of

struggle proving futile as his hold remained

smell of

enveloped her

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

passionate kiss

he released his grip

countenance received a resounding slap, the sound resonating through

was suave by

volatile temper, with women often bending to accommodate him. None dared to act

Except for Cecilia.

eyes reddened.

you think I am to you? Are we

his lip, a hint

strength had surprised

reflected depth as he murmured, “I

with her, and he was no saint. He knew his body craved her presence; the passionate encounters of the past

single moment had

was aware of what he should do. He acknowledged that the

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

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

they entered the

unchanged, the opulent furnishings well-maintained, as though

of fruits, all of

the

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

throat tightened, a hint

her hand, reminding herself not to

gift for captivating

even the most guarded souls with

his spell again, or perhaps indulged

longer

need to, and then you can drop me home. I am different from you, Mr.

so much? Are you determined to

She remained silent.

seat, gesturing for her to

stack of papers before her. As she flipped through the pages, she

Cecilia did not decline.

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

least, that was Rena’s

a woman couldn’t have the man she wanted, she

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

had

aptitude as a top student in business school, the intricacies of

noticed that she looked better than before; her face no longer