A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1191-1200

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.

enshrouding them in

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

backgrounds, our

was as pale as a

willpower not

man, the man who used

same as when

out that he just viewed her as a fling— 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 get him to answer her

sat there, as motionless

was too inarticulate to argue

Mark so much that she couldn’t

sleeping pills again and pretending to try and take her

she could

walked to the window, and

something about compensating her for her companionship over the past six

Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn around, hug her, and

everything was just one big

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

turned

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

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 hair, trying to stop her

stood up from

she closed the door behind her. She was a very simple girl and didn’t

she didn’t get to ask for an explanation. It seemed that she had simply accepted the reality that Mark abandoned

door was slammed

as Mark turned around, it could be seen that there were tears in his eyes. His fingers trembled, but he bravely finished off the

he sat slumped at

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

and slurped

Then…

didn’t know

Cecilia in this apartment. He even regretted ever

resting on the bed amidst

household chores and the

tidy up, even going the extra mile by washing her soiled undergarments

to find sleep. He opted

were to call, he would undoubtedly answer, content just to hear her voice, even if he

the night wore on, the ashtray filled up

their

a wealthy family, why would she persist in pursuing

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

reproach, “Mr. Evans, you should take care of yourself. Smoking so excessively

extinguished the cigarette and slowly

a prolonged silence, Mark spoke up in a measured tone. “I

lacked nothing, having been together for several

a gift. He never envisioned getting

placed his order

by the gravity of Mark’s love affair. The gift Mark intended for Cecilia surpassed the value of what most husbands would offer their wives in

away his entire personal

any objections, Peter promptly set out to fulfill Mark’s

day, Peter arranged to meet Cecilia

suit. He played with his cigarette lighter as he sat waiting for Cecilia with a thick stack of

elapsed, Cecilia appeared and stopped in

wishes for you to deliver to me?” she

glanced

only been slightly over a month, Cecilia’s appearance had significantly altered; she had lost a

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

Peter and

said, “Since this is merely a game between him and

that I

as

a considerable duration, she found

Uncle Mark…

long. His gifts and promises had once convinced

not unfolded as she had

nothing more than another one of

Cecilia remained reluctant to accept anything

found Mark standing before the French window in the hotel, his back turned to

down at the diamond ring in

she was such

he

crowded places, he would unconsciously look around, and even amidst socializing

envisioned her tear-streaked face

passed, Mark came to the

an immensely challenging

week later, fate brought them together once again.

Cecilia arrived with Waylen.

she adorned herself with

delicacy

then she held onto her

so intimate that it

imagined feeling

observing Mark’s reaction, experienced

an opportunity to approach Waylen, she greeted him with a coquettish air, “Mr. Fowler, you

no attempt to hide his true

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