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

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

our

was as pale as

willpower not to faint on

man who used to love her

looked the same as when he was with

a 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 even

sat there, as motionless

was too inarticulate to argue

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

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

nothing she could

up, walked to the window, and

about compensating her for her companionship over the past

her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn around, hug her, and tell her that he was

was just one

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

the

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

slowly turned his

dim light, their eyes met, and there was no trace of sweetness in

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

weakly stood up from

her. She was a very simple girl and didn’t feel the

for an explanation. It seemed that she had

was

Mark turned around, it could be seen that there were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled,

he sat slumped at

of noodles on it. It didn’t look appetizing. Cecilia must’ve

and slurped up the noodles. Soon, the bowl was

Then…

didn’t know what

was no Cecilia in this apartment. He

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

adept at household chores and the bedroom was

to frequently tidy up, even going the extra mile by washing her

perplexing for Mark to find sleep. He opted

Mark mused that if Cecilia were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just

wore on, the ashtray filled up and

their relationship

privileged background, being the daughter of a wealthy family, why would she persist in

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

leading him to reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking so excessively isn’t good for your

Mark extinguished the cigarette and

a measured tone. “I need you to handle

that Cecilia lacked nothing, having been together for

he desired to bestow her with a gift. He never envisioned getting another girlfriend

his order

Mark’s love affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed

his

promptly set

following day, Peter arranged to meet Cecilia at a charming coffee

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

had elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in

you have any messages he wishes for you to deliver

hearing her voice, Peter glanced up

month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had lost a considerable amount of weight

composed and soothing manner. However, when

sense of unease washed over Peter and he nodded after a moment’s

document, Cecilia delicately toyed with the paper using her slender fingers. In a soft voice, she said, “Since this is merely a game between him and me, why must he shower

that I won’t pester him

seemed as though Cecilia had expended all her

duration, she found herself

Uncle Mark…

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

not unfolded

was nothing more

Cecilia remained reluctant to accept

French window in the hotel, his back

Peter departed, Mark gazed down at the diamond

she was such an

he was trying to compensate her

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,

envisioned her tear-streaked face calling him

much time had passed, Mark came to the painful realization that moving on

was an immensely

them together once

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

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

delicacy and

then she held onto her brother’s

between the siblings appeared so intimate that

he imagined feeling

Mark’s reaction, experienced a sense

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

to hide his true feelings when