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.

exhaled the smoke, enshrouding them

real life.

our social circles…

as pale as a

took all her willpower not to faint on the

man, the man who used to

looked the same as when he was with

No… Cecilia felt she was even inferior to Flora. At least Mark went back to Flora… While Cecilia, on the other

motionless as a

was too inarticulate to argue with

loved Mark so much that she couldn’t do anything to

pills again and pretending to try and take her own life so her brother would come and shower her with concern, not

she could do

walked to the window,

her for her

the tears rolling down her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn around, hug her, and tell

just one big

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

the room was

her lips parted and she said softly, “Don’t worry, Mr. Evans. I

slowly turned his

dim light, their eyes met, and there was no trace

playfully. She used to call him “Uncle Mark” in a sweet voice. He pulled her hair, trying

stood up from

sobs as soon as she closed the door behind her. She was a very simple girl and didn’t feel the need to hide her

for an explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted the reality

door was slammed

that there were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he bravely finished off the last of

he sat slumped

a bowl of noodles on it. It didn’t

and slurped up the

Then…

didn’t know what

there was no Cecilia in this apartment. He even regretted ever coming

in the apartment for a night, resting on the bed amidst her possessions,

adept at household chores and the bedroom was always left in

to frequently tidy up, even going

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

hand, Mark mused that if Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her voice,

the ashtray filled

that their relationship

daughter of a wealthy family,

the break of dawn, Peter’s concern for Mark grew, and he entered the apartment by

the house instantly overwhelmed Peter, leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of

cigarette and

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

Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together

never envisioned getting

placed his

gravity of Mark’s love affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most

practically giving away his entire

set

arranged to meet Cecilia

arrived promptly wearing a dark brown suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of documents laid out

Cecilia appeared and

messages he wishes for you to deliver to

glanced up and was

over a month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had lost a considerable

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

unease washed over Peter and he nodded

In a soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely

know that I won’t pester him

spoken her piece, it seemed as though Cecilia had

considerable duration, she found herself in

Uncle Mark…

called him Uncle Mark for so long. His gifts and promises had once convinced her that they would be

had not unfolded as

was nothing more than

persistent efforts to persuade her, Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything from

window in the hotel, his back

departed, Mark gazed down at the diamond ring in

such an innocent

could she accept whatever he was trying to compensate

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

her tear-streaked face calling him Uncle

passed, Mark came to the painful realization that moving on

an immensely

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

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

dress, she adorned herself with

delicacy and

and then she

siblings appeared so intimate that it caused Mark’s

feeling jealous of Waylen

Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense

a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you and your sister share such

hide his true feelings when interacting with