A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Would she cry for him?

Mark began to distance himself from Cecilia.

It should’ve been easy to let go of women, as he was a well-seasoned player. But with Cecilia, torturing her was torturing himself. He didn’t ghost her completely; instead, he gradually gave her the cold shoulder.

Came the new year, and he returned to his previous busy life.

He contacted Charlie and other friends, one after another.

Mark had returned to his old self.

By springtime, it was as though he had never changed.

Cecilia had lost a lot of weight. She couldn’t get in touch with Mark, and even if the call was picked up, it was always Peter who would answer the phone for him.

And he always sounded so apologetic.

No matter how obtuse Cecilia was, she could feel Mark’s alienation, but she didn’t have the courage to go up to Mark and question him. She could only wait for him at the apartment, hoping to catch him.

Sometimes, she’d forget to eat after waiting for him all day.

On Valentine’s Day, she saw Mark on the news.

He was in Laurel Garden, supporting Flora. After her performance, she changed into a beautiful dress for the reporters and fans. Mark was standing next to her with his arm around her waist. In the pictures, they looked like the perfect couple.

The newspaper slipped out of Cecilia’s hand, falling to the floor with a gentle thud…

It turned out that Mark was in Duefron. He never told her.

Cecilia lowered her tearful eyes, but she still tried dialing Mark’s number… She wanted an explanation.

Mark was in the club when his phone started ringing.

He stopped playing cards and looked at the caller ID quietly.

“Cecilia Fowler’.

Seeing this, Charlie joked, “What? Your little girl’s chasing after you again?”

After a while, Mark smiled playfully and said, “She’s just a kid and I think she is a three-minute-passion person.”

Mark continued to play cards, saying indifferently, “Miss Holt, kindly answer it for me.”

Flora frowned in confusion. She couldn’t figure out what Mark was up to. As sensitive woman, she keenly sensed that Mark had a deep relationship with this Cecilia. For a while, Mark even neglected her…

Then, out of the blue, Mark reached out to her again.

But he only ever showed her affection when they were in front of people. In private, he wouldn’t so much as touch her.

When she didn’t move, Mark urged, “I said, answer it.”

Flora had no choice. She picked up his phone and said in a soft, charming voice, “Hi, Miss Fowler. Your Uncle Mark is playing a game of poker in the club. Why don’t you come over and join us?”

As soon as she heard the woman’s enchanting voice, Cecilia’s breath quickened.

She couldn’t say anything. After a while, she could only hang up helplessly.

Mark was about to play a card when his hand stopped…

Then he smiled and said, “See, the girl can’t hold on for long, but she always call me. It’s so annoying.”

He was smiling, but his eyes were filled with unfathomable coldness.

Mark played late into the night before finally getting in the car with Peter. The latter asked, “Where to, Mr. Evans?”

Looking out the window, Mark was lost in thought.

After a while, he ordered in a low voice, “The apartment.”

At the end of the day, he couldn’t resist returning to the place filled with bittersweet memories, and as expected, Cecilia was still there.

She had fallen asleep at the dining table.

There were still tear stains on her cheeks…

Standing at the door, Mark felt so guilty. He thought Cecilia was so silly. How long did this girl wait for him? She didn’t even wait in her room and had fallen asleep leaning on the dining table. Did she like him that much?

He went over and gently scooped her up, but she awoke as soon as he touched her.

Her eyes filled with tears at the sight of him.

She wanted to call him “Uncle Mark’, tears rolling down her cheeks, but she didn’t dare to make a sound. She just looked at him, silently begging him for an explanation.

Mark’s heart ached.

He carried her to the sofa, squatted down, and stroked her head. He said gently, “Cecilia, don’t wait for me anymore.”

She was confused, as though she didn’t understand what he meant.

Mark hardened his heart and continued to force a smile. “I’m old. I’m can’t keep up a stable relationship, and I’m not a good man.”

Now, she completely understood.

But she didn’t want to believe her ears.

Once upon a time, this man loved her dearly. He even took her back to Czanch to meet his mother, and they even slept together in his bedroom.

Her lips trembled as she whispered softly, “I don’t believe you.”

Mark sat down next to Cecilia, lit a cigarette, and took a long drag.

the smoke, enshrouding them in

been together for, like, six months, right? I’m tired. Cecilia, this is real life. A man and a woman date for a few months, and

Marriage? Look at our backgrounds, our

as

willpower not

at this man, the man who used to love her

moment, Mark looked the same as when

plaything. No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora… While Cecilia, on the other hand, couldn’t

as motionless as a

was too inarticulate to argue

so much that she couldn’t do anything to fight for

and pretending to try and take her own life so her brother would come and shower

she

walked to the window, and

something about compensating her for her companionship over the past

rolling down her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly,

everything was just one

felt like an eternity, but he didn’t hug her. He didn’t

the room

her lips parted and she said softly, “Don’t

slowly turned

and there was

long ago, he used to hold her in his arms while she bit him playfully. She used to call him “Uncle Mark” in a sweet voice. He pulled her

stood up from the

into sobs as soon as she closed the door behind her. She was a

explanation. It seemed

was slammed

in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he

sat slumped at

a bowl of noodles on it. It didn’t look

spoon and slurped up the

Then…

didn’t know what to

Cecilia in this apartment. He even regretted ever coming

on the bed amidst her possessions, which he had mostly acquired

chores and the bedroom was always left

himself to frequently tidy up, even going the extra mile by washing her soiled undergarments during

lingering trace of her fragrance, making it perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted to rise and settle on the

if Cecilia were to call, he would

night wore on, the ashtray filled up and her call never

their relationship

daughter of a

concern for Mark grew, and

Evans, you should take care

the cigarette and slowly sank

spoke up in a measured tone. “I need you to

knew that Cecilia lacked nothing,

her with a gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend after

his order

for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most husbands would offer their

practically giving away his entire

promptly set

arranged to meet Cecilia at a charming

cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of documents laid

elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in

any messages he wishes for you to deliver

Peter glanced

had significantly altered; she had

and courteously pulled out a chair for Cecilia, attempting to speak in a composed and soothing manner. However, when she noticed the stack

unease washed over Peter and

slender fingers. In a soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely a game between him and me, why must

know that I won’t pester him any

seemed as though Cecilia had expended all her

considerable duration, she found herself

Uncle Mark…

and promises had once convinced her that they would be together forever, that he would protect her

not unfolded

discovered that she was nothing more than another

persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything

standing before the French window in the hotel, his

down at

was such an

he was

He managed fine at work, but in his free moments, Cecilia consumed his every dream. In crowded places, he would unconsciously look around, and even amidst socializing with Charlie and others, he would cast a glance at the bronze gate, as though

tear-streaked face

passed, Mark came to the painful realization that

an immensely challenging

a week later, fate brought them together once again. It happened

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

elegant, long pink strapless dress, she adorned herself with a diamond chain, her black hair cascading loosely down her

delicacy

nodded and then she held onto her

appeared so intimate

feeling jealous of Waylen

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense of

approach Waylen, she greeted him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your sister share such a close bond that

his