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 him

fate

if they treated Edwin well and

led her to give up and embrace

with heartache and conflicting emotions, Mark didn’t

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

not going

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

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

she had something

silent for a while before

phone to Mark, unaware of the conversation that

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

words, he hung up and

leaned against the back

held the steering wheel. “Do

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

remained silent as he drove through the dark night with

could freeze, allowing them to be

half an hour, they

Cecilia recognized the place.

the window.

I refuse!”

intimacy flooded her mind, and she couldn’t fathom why he was taking her back to that apartment. What

couldn’t accept any of

reddened

her recent composure, she once again felt like

despised herself for

stopped

to face her and seeing the tears in

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

would soothe a child. “I won’t do anything. I just want to talk to you

smooth eloquence, leaving Cecilia defenseless and unable to refute

emotions, she felt completely lost in the face of

alighted gracefully

he skillfully opened the car door, his eyes locking onto Cecilia in the

was taut, revealing faint blue veins, a striking

an abundance of patience,

passage of time seemed to stretch endlessly until, at last, Cecilia emerged

concealed itself in the shadow of a sycamore tree. Early autumn had stripped the leaves away, creating

shut the

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

or it was

customary sense of restraint abandoned

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

Let go

implored, her desperate struggle proving futile as his

of tobacco

scent enveloped her

well-groomed but only she knew that the lingering aroma of his masculinity

passionate kiss endured, seemingly

released his grip

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

was suave

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

Except for Cecilia.

her gaze, her eyes reddened. “Who gave

I am to you? Are we here because you want to continue our shameless

lip, a hint of pain

had surprised

murmured, “I apologize. I lost control for

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

single moment had he

aware of what he should do.

upstairs. There are some documents that

a moment, Cecilia reluctantly agreed. After all, they shared

they

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

a platter of fruits, all of which

the fruit

gently said, “This is what I asked Peter to prepare. Even after all these years, he

tightened, a hint of

to be swayed by his gentle demeanor

gift

to ensnare even the most guarded souls with

whether she might have fallen under his spell again, or perhaps indulged in a passionate encounter with

no longer resided

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

him so much? Are you determined to marry no ‘one

She remained silent.

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

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

Cecilia did not decline.

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

least, that

woman couldn’t have the man she wanted, she

with Waylen, the value of the checks he wrote her grew exponentially.

had

top student in business school,

she looked better than